jeremey is a jerk

 

“Jeremey!” It’s a whisper and a yell both at the same time.

“Jeremey!” It’s like she wants his attention but not the others at the table with him.

“Jeremey! Jeremey! Jeremey!” Its like machine gun bullets through a gun with a silencer on it like you might see on a 007 movie.

“Jeremey!”

“Jeremey!”

“Jeremey!”

And I’m trying to remember who we might know with the name Jeremey. Pam is much smarter than I am and she has a better memory so I just sit in my chair and wait for the meeting to start or for Jeremey to come over to our table… whichever happens first.

Pam is half yelling / half whispering at Jeremey who is with people who have yet to seat themselves at their table.

“Jeremey!” It’s a rhythm now. A cadence. A chant.

“Jeremey!”

“Jeremey!”

It is still a whisper and a yell both at the same time, but moving more and more to the YELL side of the balance.

We live in a community where almost everyone has hearing aids so I’m thinking poor Jeremey is having trouble with his. Pam isn’t giving up on Jeremey… whoever that is.

“Jeremey!”

“Jeremey!”

“Jeremey!”

Suddenly the rant ceases. One of the “Jeremey’s” gets caught in her throat.

I look at her and she has a smile on her face like she just told herself a joke and the punch line is in the process of “sinking in”.

“Jordan”, this she says in more or less a normal voice to the group at the table.

Guess what happens.

A man who works at the facility who was standing at the table the whole time turns around. His name is Jordan.

I look at Pam and she is giggling like a school girl to herself.

Jordan comes over to see what Pam wants.

So if you run into Pam be prepared to answer to whatever name she decides to call you.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.