Snapshots From My Uneventful Life by David Aboulafia - Book Tour + Giveaway
Snapshots From My Uneventful Life
by David Aboulafia
Genre:
Comedy, Autobiography
Comedy, Autobiography
In this hysterical, irreverent and sometimes thought-provoking
collection of essays, the author takes us on a journey through
everyday, real-life events that started out as “uneventful,” but
wound up being anything but. “Snapshots” is a book that everyone
will identify with, and that will have you holding your stomach with
laughter and scratching your head in wonder!
collection of essays, the author takes us on a journey through
everyday, real-life events that started out as “uneventful,” but
wound up being anything but. “Snapshots” is a book that everyone
will identify with, and that will have you holding your stomach with
laughter and scratching your head in wonder!
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SNAPSHOTS FROM MY UNEVENTFUL LIFE
"A Funny Gag, But No Laughing Matter"
"A Funny Gag, But No Laughing Matter"
POOR COCO, my one-year-old, chocolate brown, 65 pound,
positively loony Standard Poodle, was about to get his balls chopped off.
Look, there’s just no delicate way to describe it, and I’m not
sure whether I should tiptoe around anything or sugar coat the true nature of
the event. Employing a more acceptable term such as “neuter” would not alter
the graphic significance of such a procedure, at least to any human male.
While convinced of the necessity for this long ago, and despite
the sage assurances of the capable veterinarians we consulted (who, I assure
you, would just as quickly have recommended the de-balling of my canary or
koala), I could not shake the disturbing notion that my loving pet’s very soul
would be affected in some way.
Maybe he would come out of surgery like a Stepford wife, or like
one of those pod people who are just like the humans they replace, except that
they’re not.
That bothered me. That, and the fact I couldn’t even discuss the
issue with the vet without two hands shielding my gonads. Hey, don’t wave a red
flag in front of a bull, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, my wife took him to the vet that day. Before Coco left,
I approached him with bowed head as if he were going to the gallows. I said I
was sorry I had failed him, that I had done everything I could, but, that it
would be over quickly, and he wouldn’t feel a thing.
French poodles are among the smartest dogs on the planet, and
Coco is no exception. He is also a crap expert, as most dogs tend to be, and is
fully able to recognize it when it is exiting the mouth of his human. He looked
at me with disdain and disbelief, snarling at my disingenuousness, and I didn’t
blame him a bit.
The task of retrieving my pup fell to me several hours later.
This is a duty that has always caused me great pain and anguish. How it is
possible that a man gets as anxious over the health of his dog as the health of
his children I cannot imagine, but I do. I drove to the vet with feelings of
dark anticipation and dread.
My anxiety expresses itself through my comedy, I suppose, or in
the attempt, at least. I guess it’s a way of expelling bad thoughts. I entered
the clinic and approached the five sweet-but-always-distracted female
administrators who crowded the small area that was the front office. Separating
them from the patient waiting area was a four foot high barrier, which they no
doubt thought steep enough to fend off any large beast weighing more than any
of those sheltered behind it.
“I’m here to pick up Coco,” I announced stoutly. “I believe that
he was spayed,” I added.
On the one hand, I was quite proud of my use of complex medical
terminology. On the other hand, I didn’t mind disclaiming a precise awareness
of the procedure, so I would at least have culpable deniability if anyone were
to think me cruel or unfeeling for having so mercilessly mutilated my pet.
“You mean neutered, I hope,” pleaded one of the oh-so-kind
assistants, reminding me that the term “spay” is most often used in connection
with the female of the species. She spoke with a curious narrowing of her left
eye as if to assess whether I might have brought the animal in for a sex
change.
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry,” I cheerfully agreed. Wishing to clarify the
matter, I simply added that Coco had been brought in to get his balls chopped
off, and that was the long and the short of it.
As you can imagine, this remark was received with some
disapproval.
Then, I got an idea. I giggled to myself. I forced myself serious, and looked around to see if any- one was in earshot of my thoughts. Finding no one – and somewhat disappointed - I leaned forward.
Then, I got an idea. I giggled to myself. I forced myself serious, and looked around to see if any- one was in earshot of my thoughts. Finding no one – and somewhat disappointed - I leaned forward.
“May I ask you something?” I inquired of the wholly efficient
two-kids-three-cats-mom assistant in front of me.
“Of course,” she replied.
“Can I keep them?” I asked.
Everyone in the office area stopped what they were doing and
looked up.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
Timing was everything, and I knew it. I floated a pregnant pause
and replied.
“Can I keep them?” I repeated.
“You want to keep them?” she asked.
“Yes…well, actually, it’s my wife who wants them.”
“Your wife?”
Everyone was at full attention now, and I had achieved what I
had set out to; namely, to make a complete spectacle of myself.
“Yes,” I replied. “She wants to keep them in a jar on the
mantle.”
“In a jar?” she asked with some astonishment.
“Yes,” I repeated.
“On the mantle?” she asked.
“Yes….” I replied, and quite eagerly, now. I was ready for my
close-up, baby; ready to deliver the punch line.
“She wants to display them right next to mine,” I added happily.
Well, I thought it was funny. Most of my audience laughed,
getting the gag.
But, in relief, I am sure.
More Snapshots? From My Uneventful Life
More Snapshots is the cheeky sibling of its predecessor Snapshots From My
Uneventful Life. Chatty, hilarious and often poignant, David I.
Aboulafia takes us on a journey through every day, real-life events
that start out as uneventful, but that wind up being anything but…
Uneventful Life. Chatty, hilarious and often poignant, David I.
Aboulafia takes us on a journey through every day, real-life events
that start out as uneventful, but that wind up being anything but…
DAVID I. ABOULAFIA is an attorney with a practice in the heart of New York
City. He spends the wee hours of the morning writing books that
terrify and amuse. His days are spent in the courts and among the
skyscrapers, and his evenings with the trees, the stars, his wife and
his dog in a suburb north of the City.
City. He spends the wee hours of the morning writing books that
terrify and amuse. His days are spent in the courts and among the
skyscrapers, and his evenings with the trees, the stars, his wife and
his dog in a suburb north of the City.
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