Wednesday, October 11, 2017

A Serious Case of Premature Bonging

Simply lovely. 
Except when there's premature bonging!

I tend to be late sometimes.

Oh, let’s be honest. I’m chronically, perpetually, pathologically late almost all the time.

But even when I'm not late for yoga at 12:00 P.M. three days a week, there’s a sound that fills the air that fills me with dread that I am late and about to get yelled at. Of course everyone’s mellow at yoga and nobody has yelled at me yet, but there’s always a first time.

That sound is church bells bonging from a nearby church that bong two minutes before the hour.

It's a serious case of premature bonging!  

I know. Premature bonging sounds dirty.

Not only does the premature bonging terrify me that I’m at late for yoga when I’ve still got two leisurely minutes left, I'll bet it scares the crap out of everyone for miles around that they’re late for wherever they’re headed too. And that's every hour on the hour, not just 12 P.M!

So I went to see Reverend Trumble, top guy at the church in question to complain. I think “top guy at the church” might not be his official title.

“Reverend Trumble,” I said, “I want to talk to you about a case of premature bonging.”

“Premature bonging, Mr. Block? That sounds dirty.”

“That’s exactly what I thought! I hesitated to say that to you because as a man of God, I thought you might damn me to hell.”

“No, I generally don’t do that kind of thing anymore.”

“Things really have liberalized with you guys lately, haven’t they?”

“Tell me about the premature bonging.”

"Your bell tower bongs routinely at two minutes before the hour. It makes me feel like I’m late for yoga and I panic and desperately start to think of excuses for being late when I’ve still got two glorious minutes left to get there!”

“Seems to me it serves as a worthwhile notice to you that you’ve got to hurry to get to yoga.”

“If it bonged a half hour in advance it would! That would tell me to turn off Let's Make a Deal, grab my yoga pants, and get out of the house! At two minutes to the hour all it does is give me a shrek!”

“I know the term. All right, Mr. Block, we’ll adjust the premature bong to a timely bong if you'll do one thing.”

"What's that?"

"Be a little early from now on. For everything."

"Right! I've been meaning to do that ever since I was 37."

"Good deal."

“Thank you for handling the problem, Reverend! Thank Jesus too.”

“I don’t think Jesus had much to do with the premature bonging, Mr. Block.”

“Y’know, I didn’t think he did either.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it sounds dirty.”

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2 comments:

Gardenlover said...

I'm perpetually late as well, Perry. And addng the word premature does make this post a little risque, especially for those of us who are perpetually immature.

I'm happy the good Reverend saw it your way. Better put your yoga pants on and head for class. It's almost 3pm eastern.

Perry Block said...

Or it could be a drug reference too. But I thought the other way as well. I guess if you and I are both late, what we could both use is some good premature bonging! Of the church bell ringing kind, that is.