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Something for couples.
This would be a small vibrating pad that could be triggered remotely by someone within 20 feet or so. The target market would be couples who had been together a long time and are tired of hearing the same story or joke over and over again when they visit friends. The receiver
would be stuck under a watch dial or some other form of camoflaged. The remote control would be similarly concealed. It would have to be versatile enough to put in different places so the listeners wouldn't know if it was being used.
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But if they are telling the story for friends, who have not heard the "story" before, why should they not share it? If spousey doesn't want to hear it again, they should politely excuse themself, and go to the bathroom or something. |
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If you are that tired of your spouse's tales, then you might think about getting a new spouse who can then bore you with their stories. |
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I had a great friend who once introduced me to the Great Blue Heron, and all his recollections of his experiences with the lovely. I never tired of hearing his words. Just like I never tire of waugs telling me about the stars, and the planets, and the like. Yes, he's told me the stories before, but the sound of his voice makes me just simply glad that he is alive, and I am able to hear the song of his voice. |
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Perhaps, then, the remote should be triggered by the storyteller in order to warn their partner, "I'm telling THAT story again! Head for the hills!" |
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And bliss, if I could hear your voice I'm sure I'd enjoy it as much as you enjoy waugs'. |
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Ahhh... Twue wove, a dweam within a dweam. You're very lucky, [blissmiss] |
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Actually blissmiss, it's not my spouse's storytelling that I was thinking about. It was my habit of forgetting who I've told what stories to and not liking the thought of continually boring people with the same ones. (The sound of my voice isn't likely to make anyone glad they're alive.) |
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beauty is in the ear of the belistener? |
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or you could put it on, say, your grandfather, after you tire of hearing the old "when i was your age, i used to walk 20 miles to school and back, uphill both ways, waist deep in snow and carrying my grandma on my back and my schoolbooks in my hands." |
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Or - "Back in my day we were so poor we used to have
dirt floors"
"You had dirt!!!" |
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But you have a loving speaking voice. I just know it, long. |
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This could be adapted to a version for school reunions, only difference is there it would serve as a "bullshit detector". |
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When my high school buddies remind
me that I have told a given tale many
times previously, I add more
enthusiasm and spice it up with lurid
details not in previous renditions. And I
get that song in my voice. Works
almost every time. |
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