I met an honest to goodness flibbertigibbet. I’ve always liked this word for it’s oddity and odd sound as it rolls off your tongue. It’s nearly a one-word tongue twister. I’ve never–until last night–met someone for whom it is the perfect description. For the first time in my life, I met someone who I wished would just shut up, stop jumping around and relax. Even better, this flibbertigibbet has no clue! I have to give Mr. O some credit for having an unusual array of friends and acquaintances. However, few are quite like this. We spent just over an hour at her house. Fifteen minutes was probably too much for me. I don’t think she ever stopped talking. I suppose there were a couple of breaths and a few pauses to let one of us speak for a few seconds. And then she was “off to the races” so to speak. She talks that fast too–more like the greyhound chasing after that mechanical rabbit. I got tired just watching her move about. I started to zone out while she was talking. I found myself getting very sleepy. All that chattering is hypnotic…trance inducing.
According to Mr. O, she’s much more tolerable (calmer) after a little cannabis. Since I don’t know what she’s like without it, I had to ask if he thought she had had any that evening. He thought probably some. She needed far more.

The night began with general greetings. She had wanted him to watch an old program she taped off of HBO. I had seen it. One of those “Real Sex” series. this one was the amateur porn festival in Boston. Frankly, the films were crap. Why she wanted him to watch this show? I don’t know. She thought parts were funny and good. There’s no accounting for taste. And everyone thinks they have “good taste” (including me), but few do. One person’s good taste is another’s poor taste. So be it. I watched her jump every time her cell phone went off with the energy of a puppy who greets his owner after a long absence. She even took a phone call for about 20 minutes. We never really got to watch any part of the program without her interrupting with some unrelated rambling. Every thought was preceded with a jerk in movement…and often an “oh, did I tell you?”
Oh, did I mention that she’s from Texas? I have never in my life met a “normal” person from Texas. They have all been seriously weird…strange…bizarre. Add this one to the list of proof. I’m a Midwesterner. We like our people to be steady, predictable, not too quirky. This gal is beyond quirky. Sometimes quirky can be fun and even interesting.

I think I should thank Mr. O for introducing me to such characters who may latter be fodder for novels. I can’t think of a better place for this gal. No one would believe that she’s real! How about that? A caricature in real life!