Freud Slips Again

Sheila: “These Saturday afternoon games play hob with my schedule sometimes. I’ve got the whole night to fill in.” Nickey: “You got any plans for dinner?”
Sheila: “Not the foggiest.” Nickey: “You could come by my place. There’s a Chinese take-out across the street, and we could watch a DVD or something.”
Sheila: “Bonzer! That sounds terrific!” Nickey: “Then it’s a date!”
Sheila: “It is?” Nickey: “DEAL! It’s a DEAL. I said deal.”

Nickey is still cursing Sigmund for her own subconscious thoughts. I must tell a story on myself. When I was in (I think) 7th grade, my mother took me to some meeting or other that took place on the campus of either the University of Houston or Rice University. (Hey, this is 50 years ago now…) One of the buildings had the names of psychologists carved into the stonework just below the roof. I recognized a few, since psychology was an interest of mine, even at that tender age. I saw Freud’s name, but I’d not heard of him. I asked her, “Mom, who was Fraud?” I didn’t understand, then, why she laughed so hard.

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  • Sheila and Nicky

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  • Gymnasium

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Wolfie Steel
May 15, 2023, 7:26 pm
Hehe, slip of the tongue me thinks.

 

Baigsnmouse
May 16, 2023, 7:04 am
Say Yes Dammit :p