The Continuing Adventures of The Scottish Geisha
Chapter 3, Installment 4: NZ ROTK Rehash
All New Installment! Dec. 30th, 2003
The Scottish Geisha returned from New Zealand with nary
a response to our pestering questions. The fact that she began to receive
a noted increase in long distance phone calls from mysterious callers
only added to allure and mystique. She seemed to know an awful lot about
ROTK but that could have well been accomplished by watching the new movie,
endlessly, like the rest of us devoted and besotted fans.
But that was not The Scottish Geisha's style.
"Did anyone notice," she observed, "How people tend to
make outrageous New Year's resolutions?"
We kept silent, knowing that our track record in this area was less than
stellar.
When asked what she received for Christmas, it was difficult to tell fact
from playful fiction. The Scottish Geisha always seemed to have plenty
of jewelry and her wardrobe the envy of 5th Avenue socialites.
It was just too difficult to tell.
"All my holiday needs have been met," she maintained. "The
Sharks are playing well, Surly is having a stellar year, that darling
Vesa the goalie, Scrappy Doo, is charming and out performing that disrespectful
Russian at all turns, what more could one ask for?"
For someone as well turned out as The Scottish Geisha, her materialistic
needs seemed strangely few and far between.
"That," she predicted calmly, "Is probably why you all
are so cranky and I, please note, am not."
We wanted to know her New Year's resolutions.
"Did you all watch the Shark's pre-game show the other night?"
she asked, smoothly diverting our questions. "That future sportscaster,
Todd Harvey, was picking on little Scrappy, asking him about New Year's
Resolutions. Poor baby didn't understand what he meant."
Vesa Toskala's command of the English language was admirable but apparently
didn't extend to references to more obscure local customs.
"And why would he?" The Scottish Geisha countered. "What
in the world would a nice boy from Finland like Scrappy need to make a
resolution about?"
What about Surly?
The Scottish Geisha sighed with no small measure of drama. "You all
saw the show and well know that humble little Surly only wants to improve
one of his hockey shots," she retorted. "What else is there?
The dear boy went to Stanford Hospital with other Sharks' players to distribute
gifts to critically ill children. It takes a special person to do that,
work with gravely ill children," she said, getting up to leave.
Virginia Bob made an appearance.
"Ready?" he drawled, after making the usual rounds around the
office.
The Scottish Geisha gathered up her things and made ready to leave.
Where are you going, we pestered like small, cranky children.
The Scottish Geisha raised a finely arched brow as she wrapped a silky
colorful Pashima around her shoulders.
"To the soup kitchen, 'course," Virginia Bob replied as we watched
in fascination the Scottish Geisha pull on fine leather gloves.
The Scottish Geisha adjusted her sunglasses against the winter glare.
Where else," she asked softly, "Would you find the spirit of
the holidays?"
Nobody said a word for a second.
Then, everyone picked up their things and followed suit.
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