Dropping names

 I think I have bragging rights. After all, how many people have Iron-Man and Sean Connery listed as contacts on their phone book?

The little beings, who inhabit my universe, told me that Iron-Man had demanded eighty-five bucks. I was curious to know whether they were appalled at him demanding money, or at him demanding so little. It transpires that neither cause excited them as much as the prospect of simple interest in the name of a loan. They had paid Iron-Man out of their piggy bank and expected me to repay with interest. I explained to them that it was bad enough that I had to show interest in their long winded stories, to expect interest for just plain money was asking for way too much. Pun intended.

And before you get your skirts in a flutter let me clarify that Tony Stark doesn't visit our house. This is our friendly neighborhood ironing man who ventures bravely without even a shield or a suit to protect him. Why even his mask dangles below his nose! He lives as dangerously as the random environmental activist getting over friendly with a Swedish teen with "anger management problems" or the standup comedian who wanted to crack jokes but was still processing it in his mind.

Meanwhile, you might insist that arguably the best looking James Bond had died and I couldn't possibly have met him. But Sean, unaware of your scepticism, walked blithely into the spouse's office sporting a tiny beard. He carried a helmet with red flames painted on it-quite the style icon. In the course of a short conversation, I learnt that his parents had named his brother Silverster Stallone. I'm wondering whether to ask him for his brother's number too. 

Meanwhile my little one, not aware of my hallowed status, happily exclaimed that I would probably be dead by the time she turned 27 at which age I promised, I would release all the videos of her misbehaviour to the world. 

I am more determined than ever now to waltz into old age, and embarrass them with inappropriate behaviour. On the cards include improperly executed cartwheels, whistling, snorting while laughing and sliding down banisters; and if the world laughs, I will show them my phone with the A-listers on it.