Miss Flor

Miss Flor is our household help. She is married and has three kids so there is no hint of infatuation from my side. She is just so funny that her antics deserve a blog entry of its own.

I remember sometime last year when my brothers and me were singing karaoke. She happened to pass by with her broom and listened in awe as we outbelted each other. As my youngest brother ended his song, she commented, "Nice voice! But you need to furlong your notes to make it better." My brothers and me looked at each other in utter amusement. Of course, furlonging it would prolong the beautiful melody, hence the song as well.

And then there was a time when we wanted to go the mall. She told my mother not to go there. "There are so many people in the mall today. There is a sales." And sales would be the year-end sale of the mall to dispose of its holiday apparels.

Yesterday, while doing the grocery, I asked her to get some apples from the fruit section. Normally, a person would get a clear plastic bag from a rack and fill it with apples. The person should then hand the bag over to a grocery personnel to have the bag weighed and stickered with a bar code. As I approached Miss Flor, I noticed that the apples were scattered all over the grocery cart. I asked her why the apples were not in a bag. She told me that they looked for a bag of apples and found none. As you know, the apples were not pre-packed and she was looking for the pre-packed ones. I told her that it needs to be stickered with a bar code. She replied that it already has a sticker, pointing at the label of the apple. I almost dropped the apples because I really wanted to laugh and roll on the floor.

She has a lot more antics but I left them in my Alzheimer's bank. She is really a comic relief and provides the family with a de-stressor every now and then. And that, my friends, is why Miss Flor deserves a space in this blog site.