"…What the heck; if your more mature uncle can keep up a conversation with these young guys, so be it; more power to him. Maybe he feels; age is no barrier to socializing.”
“Sarah, that’s barely the half of it. If you saw the way he chased after younger women in the Pârfait home office; you’d appreciate what I’m about to tell you.
During one of my summer, break internships, on a hot and sticky afternoon at our manufacturing plant in New Jersey. The sun was high in the western Jersey hills; I was gazing out a foyer window at Manhattan across the Hudson, and fluffing my hair in an air conditioner downdraft.
“It was sort of like in the movie ‘Bus Stop’ but in reverse.”
“Yes; I was totally oblivious to office activity behind me, and my uncle comes up, and hits on me by grasping both of my shoulders to try and turn me around; ostensibly because he said it was my hair scent, floating down the hallway, that was turning him on.”
“Your uncle hit on you! Impossible; I mean in a normal young male office-stud situation, might be true, but your forty ish uncle?
“Yes, indeed he did. You should have seen the look on his face when I turned around and prepared to rebuff someone, who I thought was some young executive in heat. If it were possible, they could have canned and sold his cheeks colored pink henna to the out-of-work farm.”
“That’s precious; Marceline’s uncle hitting on his ingénue niece by accident. Did you and he straighten it out; I mean did both of you come to an understanding?”
“Yes, we absolutely did Sarah; I told him to never mention it to anyone, and I would stay mum likewise. Sometimes I wonder if this research activity we are involved in these days, is a chance to placate and mollify me, yet keep me under his thumb, as we were part of a conspiracy or something, if you know what I mean.”
I’d say a discrete yes but seeing your Uncle Phillípe doing his routine on the evening waitress over there in the saloon patio makes me think otherwise. She is holding a tray of drinks, precariously over his head, if she only knew more about him.
It certainly isn’t my place to say anything about your uncle, but I’d let him take a chance at wooing me if I knew it wouldn’t wreck our relationship.
“Don’t even think about it Sarah; he might have ESP and come knocking on your door some quiet evening. He might think I put you up to it.”
“Well it would be flattering, Marceline, if discovering his ESP wasn’t based on a corporate spy ring.”
"I know what you mean Sarah. To say, he would mix and mingle with the younger crowd, use their social intermingling as a weapon for spying on everyone and be a rat is moderately an understatement."
"My seemingly mature uncle needs a good thrashing to drive some sense into his thick head…"
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