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    Everyone Needs A Memsahib

    I was viewing one of my daily reads, when I came across a column that used the word memsahib? At first I thought it was one of those word-for-the-day columns, but I realized it was genuinely a personal column.

    Admitting I didn’t know what the word was describing, I quickly called up my online Webster’s dictionary and discovered this: mem·sa·hib , Noun, A married white or upper-class woman (often used as a respectful form of address by nonwhites)
    In the article the writer was referring to his wife. And of course, I immediately thought of Ginger.
    The author also mentioned the way the wife interjected his conversations, in actually the right moment of time. In other words she saved his butt, when he was over his head.
    I’ll try to explain.
    Lets say that Ginger and I are at a local fund raising banquet. Ginger can be found mingling with the guest, working the room, making new friends. I on the other hand, will probably be camped out near the hors d’oeuvres table.
    Soon Ginger will show up with a few women she has just met. She will then introduce them to me, with full names, names of their children and grand children, where the best restaurant they have recently eaten, and what’s their favorite color.
    Of course all I can think of to say is, “I’m a publisher, and write a weekly column called Valley Echoes.”
    After I return from the men’s room, I ask Ginger how I came across with the introductions?
    “Lets put this way,” she explains. “You probably shouldn’t have mention that you basically write about friends, our entire life, and people you’ve recently met.”
    “Does that mean I can’t go pass go?” I countered.
    “It means that I’ve just lost three new friends,” she elaborated.
    “So you’re telling me that I received a “F”? I asked with a smile.
    “You not only failed, you made an a—out of yourself,” she snapped.
    Where’s the memsahib when you need her? No wonder Ginger doesn’t ask me to go with her to banquets.
    This week’s bottom line: The caviar was a little salty. As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.
    John Lennon

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