Ping Pong

Somehow Burt always crops up in my conversations.

I sat with some strangers at the senior center chatting about the play [Humpty Dumpty] I had seen while one of them was in the Hands Off! March and the gym classes we attended.

One of the strangers, now my new friends, mentioned the ping pong program he enjoyed. My husband, I said, won a city-wide ping pong competition. As a teen, I added, perhaps unnecessarily.

We played only once, I said, and I beat him. One of my table mates suggested, he let you win.

No, he was too competitive, I said not mentioning how competitive I am.