OUR NEIGHBORS NEXT DOOR: On one of our many trips to Florida to visit family, Rita and I stayed at a hotel (which will remain nameless) next door to a couple who must have been newlyweds. Because just as we were ready to turn-in, an amorous noise began to reverberate through the paper-thin wall that separated their headboard from ours. To paraphrase Poe, I said in a low voice so as not to interrupt the joy next door, “While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping...at my chamber door? No, it was their headboard, nothing more.” We both giggled and figured it would be over in 5 or 10 minutes. We were both wrong. They had just begun. As the tempo of the headboard knocking increased, the girl next door was apparently appreciative of her lover’s ardor because she kept repeating “Oooooh, Oooooh, Oooooh, Oooooh Jeff-REY” over and over again. Rita was tickled and sat upright in our bed and pretended to beat out cadence for the galley slaves in Ben-Hur as the headboard knocking continued. I did not catch-on at first until she whispered “Ramming Speed” and then I got the movie reference. The noise next door continued for 45 minutes, and yes I timed it. I dare say, had the captain of that preverbal boat wanted to water ski, the couple would have come through the adjoining wall. The next morning, we left our room for breakfast at the same time as our frisky neighbors. The cute little blonde said hello to us and I responded, “Good morning Mr. & Mrs. O’Jeffrey” with a deadpan expression on my face. Several things then happened at the same time: The little blonde said, “That’s not our...” and stopped in mid-sentence and blushed the deepest crimson you ever saw. Her beau started with a sheepish smirk on with face as he immediately caught-on. He tried unsuccessfully not to laugh but broke-up in spite of himself. And, Rita reached behind her wheelchair and gave my leg a gentle slap noting her disapproval, as she would have done under the table had we been sitting. As I reminisce about that couple, I like to think of them still deeply in love and happy. I also fanaticize that their pet names for each other are “Mr. O’Jeffrey” and “Mrs. O’Jeffrey” still to this day. A man likes to believe that he left his mark on the world, right?
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:38:28 +0000
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