Sunday, March 04, 2012

Put the Lime In the Coconut

*giggling*

Spux e-mailed me last weekend while vacationing in Florida. He wanted my snail mail address so he could "send me a postcard". He figured it wouldn't get to me before he got back but he wanted to send it anyway.

True enough.

When I saw him Friday night he asked quietly, "You get your postcard yet?"

I hadn't.

I should have checked my mail yesterday but I didn't.

So, this afternoon, while I was out of the house and unavailable, a strange thread started by my upstairs neighbors appeared on my Facebook page...something about coconuts...I was perplexed. What in tarnation are they talking about?!

It went a little something like this...

#himself: Jane, do you know about the coconut?
#himself: The coconut, Jane. Do you know?
#himself: Because it knows. And it's waiting for you.
modchen: It's waiting.
modchen: It's patient.
#himself: It's watching.
#himself: It's listening.
modchen: the coconut.
#himself: Through the floor.
modchen: it's got three eyes.
#himself: Blank timeless face like Easter Island visages. The coconut.
modchen: It's waiting for Jane.
#himself: It unnerves me.
modchen: It's listening. Don't anger it.
#himself: It lived in a black metal box. But then it got out.
#himself: Now it's on the floor. Now it wants more.

This went on. And on. And on.

Frankly, it started to creep me out a little.

I had NO idea what they were talking about and I was kinda afraid to go look outside my front door...especially when #himself pulled this little number out from his beatnik beret:


Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a coconut who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...


When I came home last night at three
The coconut was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)


Last night I saw upon the stair
A little coconut who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

Some days I can be so dense.

Finally it occurred to me...they were talking about my mailbox. I had new [snail] mail.

SPUX!

I hurried up the stairs, still a little tingling lingering about my spine, and found, resting on the floor underneath my box, this:



Spux's idea of a postcard.

Somehow he knew I not only needed a coconut bra but an entire coconut to feel better. I'm also fairly certain Spux is the only person on the planet who would think to slap a postage stamp on an unwrapped coconut and send it knowing the presentation would be just that much better.

Thanks, Spux. It worked. I <3 your face.

10 comments:

Word Nerd said...

LOL! I saw the Facebook thread and assumed it was some kind of inside joke, though I did immediately think of the coconut bra. You have the coolest friends!

cdnkaro said...

That's one awesome friend! Love it:)

Bon said...

Everyone needs a Spux-sent coconut in their lives, once in a while.

:)

Gaelyn said...

I sure like his style! You do have some wonderfully crazy friends.

I have a friend who made a bacon bra.

michael adams said...

This is greaTTTT! Thanks for posting these events! LOL

Lucy said...

This made me smile!

Masked Mom said...

Who needs a "wish you here" standard postcard when they can have a friggin' coconut? So awesome. And the Facebook thread reminds me of those ghost stories from sixth grade camp. ;)

simplyred said...

Wish I were half as creative as you and your wonderful friends! Love the coconut postcard. And the string of Facebook comments you quoted. Too fun!!!

(Ms.) Ernie

Laine Griffin said...

HaHa!!!

alienbody said...

You can mail a coconut? Oh...ehM...Gee!!! The possibilities are now endless. I'm gonna slap a postage stamp on my a$$ and away I go! hmm...where to first? ;-)