Einstein’s 20/20

I used to know this woman I called Kimmy of Long Island. It was a long time ago, back when online dating was just becoming acceptable enough to show up in NY Times wedding announcements. That how I discovered Kimmy, through one of those sites. We never met. It’s a long story.

Anyway. Kim had a friend who was a font of spoonerisms and mixed metaphors. If I’d known I wouldn’t feel like getting back in touch with this woman 15 or 20 years later, I would’ve written all of them ones down that she told me about.

The few I can remember are:

“Einstein’s 20/20!”

“A watched clocked never boils.”

“You’re singin to the preacher!” (I guess instead of, “You’re preaching to the choir!” So maybe that one could work either way round to my mind.)

I’m not sure why I even wrote this post. I guess because 2019 is almost over, and we’ll be headed into 2020 within a couple of weeks.