Table Man
by Melodie
Corrigall
Gillian wasn’t
a practicing Christian but she thought Jesus, had
things been different, would have made a loving
husband. Always a good sign when a man is close
to his mom and Jesus’ mother wasn’t the
only Mary who thought he was great. So when she
saw the personal ad, Gillian was captivated.
“I can’t
walk on water,” it read, “But I’m
up to the mark in other ways. My calling
starts with a C.” Table Man
Obviously it
was from a carpenter who wasn’t pretending
to be Jesus but did aspire along the God is Love
line: a sort of latter day hippie. Table Man
obviously specialized in tables but what kind:
modern or rustic? It set Gillian to wondering
what type of furniture Jesus had built.
Gillian
immediately responded to the ad and as quick as
fast sealing glue, she and Table Man, happily
from the same town, had set up a meeting at a
local café. They arrived within minutes of each
other and settled at a corner table. After a
discussion about bus schedules, he blurted,
“I bet you’re an Au woman not an Ag
woman. ”
Astonished by
his opener Gillian replied with her planned
witticism, “Here you are Table Man at a
table.”
“Speaking
of tables,” he replied, “my favorite is
the Periodic. Is it yours?”
Taken aback by
the turn of events, Gillian grasped for a
response. Risking a rift so early in the
relationship she opted for honesty, “No, I
prefer constants—like the Times Table.”
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