Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, governed by the Lord High Sextuplet (aka ‘the God of as many arms as fingers…sorta’)

Prompt word:

SCALE

“And, this is Diane, she is Lou’s righthand err hostess… in charge of the, mostly men on the strip club side; like, in the Patrick Swayze movie, you know, the cooler, she also takes care of this side, the Lounge side where I eat lunch, mostly…”

I was beginning to regret my suggestion for where to go for lunch; Dr. Leanne Thunberg showed up at my office declaring that if she encountered one more grad student complaining about the grind they endured at Radcliffe, she’d find a Peace Corp recruiter and exchange academia for the contemplative life of fomenting cultural revolution.

Now, at the height of the lunch rush, I attempted to introduce the head of the Department of Advanced Anthropology and Cultural Semiotics to Lou Ceasare, Chairman of the School of Advanced Shylocking and Off-the-Books Entertainment; for some reason, I was every third grader choking at the sight of the audience for his school’s Thanksgiving Day play and then Diane Tierney walked up with a single menu in her hand.

“A pleasure to meet you Leanne, or would you prefer, Madame Chairwoman,” Lou has this zen-thing where he gives the impression of standing and welcoming a person, without getting up from his booth; after accepting Leanne’s hand, he stared at me fumbling the introduction to Diane and smiled at Leanne,

“I’m thinkin’ Acts 9:18,” his eighty dollar cigar becoming, somehow, every pointer wielded by a tenured professor.

“Like fish scales glittering a hopeless face-palm, Lou, am I right?”

They say maturity is the ability to not be surprised at the behavior of others; I resigned myself to late-adolescence as I joined Lou and Leanne as they laughed like a pair of high school kids on their first marijuana high.

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