I can’t place the face
When the whole community turns out to greet someone, I accept that we’re dealing with someone important. You know; in line for the throne, or winner of a neckful of gold medals. Tonight, while watching “La Petite Séduction“, I knew that I should know the guest of honour. But, but…
The first clue involved a sea of hockey jerseys. Aha, this must be a player of some renown! But, the jerseys were representative of ALL the teams in the league, so I put that clue aside and followed the flow of the program.
Next up, a game of improvisation. Not a hockey game, although the decor involves a tiny rink. Still, I can’t quite place the guest, especially since he (too) is a spectator. Maybe a hockey player that likes improv. It could happen.
Up for a dance, with a fiddler. Now, I like the music, but this didn’t add to my bank of details. Ditto for the choirs from the village. Good singers, ready for American Idol redux.
Finally, I put my pride in my pocket and asked the wife. Oh misère! Immediate scorn. Obviously you weren’t paying attention when the kids watched TV. No help here, because the kids always watched TV.
Focus. I know the name of the guest, I see the face of the guest, but I’m still at a loss to say who he might be.
Well, I now know which program. And, by the way, I know why his face is a mystery… I’d always watched the women in the show. Much more interesting in their acting efforts.
