It was a fine party. Everyone was busy having a grand time. Great friends, tasty food, laughter and pleasantries abounded.
A good number of women overflowed the dining room table sharing stories about their daily lives and enjoying each others’ company. The guys were mostly in the living room filled with shop talk and sports.
The teenagers had drifted off to yet another room by the front door to observe how crazy their parents were without having to be up too close to them.
People drifted in and out of the serving area, helping themselves to the great foods which seem to only show up at holiday parties.
It went on like this for hours since friends never really get tired of visiting and catching up with each others’ lives. And with such good food, who would want to stop?
Right about then I heard a familiar buzzing sound. No one elsse noticed it. But I recognized it as coming from my husband.
When he got restless he had a habit of moving the zipper of his jacket up and down about 4 or 5 inches in either direction. It made a rhythmic sound but wasn’t particularly obvious to the rest of the crowd of party-goers.
It was my comment that caused a sudden flurry of wild activity and bizarre responses!
I said to my friends I was sitting with, “Oops, I’d better be going. I can hear Larry’s giving me the zipper.” As I spoke I walked toward the front door.
Never did I begin to think of how listeners might interpret these words!
Suddenly, a door burst wide open and a group of wide-eyed teens spilled out.
Someone giggled and said, “Who’s giving you the zipper, girl?”
Then absolutely all conversations stopped as several rooms of people gave me their full attention.
I blithered out an explanation that my hubby would fiddle with his coat zipper when he became restless. He would zip it up and down a few inches, making a sound I knew all too well.
Speaking to an audience of friends shaking their heads, giggling and teasing me with comments like, “which zipper?” I eventually said quick goodbyes and headed out the door since I knew my next job was to explain it to my spouse.
Even after these many years, friends still remember with a smile and sometimes a snide remark or two the events of the night my husband gave me the zipper.
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