Due to the many wonderful responses from you on my postings about my late uncle, Oscar Moss, the printer, I present to you (drum roll) …
Another Oscar Moss story! And, yes, it actually happened. I had a previous effort from this particular prompt, but it was lame. And a late-night gabfest from my cousin, Pat (Patricia) prompted this because the photo is of a shop and Oscar and had a print shop, therefore …
Rochelle is the FF Head.
Ted Strutz is the pic-man.
“I leave messages for myself at home. Here.”
He dialed his home number and put the phone to my ear. I heard his voice. “Hello, this is Oscar Moss. Please leave a message.” (BEEEEEEEP)
Then, I heard his voice again. “Uh, hello, Oscar Moss, this is Oscar Moss … keep up the good work!”
I laughed. “That is hilarious! And it keeps the ideas coming?”
Oscar presented to me the header for his new memo pad. “Whattaya think, kiddo?”
It read: “Moss —- Built On Fifty Years Of Mistakes! Moss has now made ALL of the mistakes. HE IS NOW AN EXPERT!”
My uncle Oscar Moss … “meshuganah” to the core.