Mr. Answer Man

by John E Budzinski

© 2005


When you are a freelancer you pretty much have to follow the rules of success of Larry, Darrel, and Darrel from the old Bob Newhart TV show, “Anything for a buck.” That is why I had to consider the possibility of me becoming an advice column for some local newspapers.

Yeah, Abby and Ann’s columns are still with us, but they are second generations now and although the new Abby and Ann seem to be fine and work hard and all, it’s just not the same as when the twins were still with us. It really is time for a change in this genre. 

And, did you ever notice, there isn’t a man out there giving advice (outside of a couple of Doctors, Head Boys, and Auto Fix-it dudes. I mean, where is the everyday guy giving common everyday advice!?

Well, here I am, Mr. Answer Man! I am here to help, and yes, I DO have an opinion about EVERYTHING, whether or not  I know anything about the subject of know what the heck I am talking about. Knowledge about anything is totally irrelevant and you will be assimilated into my column.

Today’s Mail:

Dear Mr. Answer Man, A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher, and the other is a social worker in her mid-twenties. These two women go everywhere together, and I've never seen a man go into their apartment or come out. Do you think they could be Lebanese? -- Across the hall and wondering.

Dear ATHAW, Um, I am not sure. Invite yourself over to their apartment to welcome them to the building. When they aren’t looking, check out their passports. Oh, and don’t forget to bring a pineapple upside-down cake with you. 

Dear Mr. Answer Man, What can I do about all the sex, nudity, language and violence on my VCR? – Embarrassed and Disgusted in Las Vegas

Dear Embarrassed and Disgusted, It is disgusting to see what this technology has wrought and I thank you for your concern on this matter affecting all people. Contact your local Consumer Protection Agency and tell them your concerns, write the manufacture a letter of complaint, and then have a yard sale and include the VCR and then get up with the time and buy a DVD Player!!!

Dear Mr. Answer Man, I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much I'm not even sure this baby I'm carrying is his. – True Blue as Can Be.

Dear Blue, Go to the Yard Sale of the person with the VCR and see if she has the evidence on tape.

Dear Mr. Answer Man, I am a twenty-three-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It's getting expensive, and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him. – Bleeding Cash Monthly

Ah, my young inexperienced BcM, you have not learned yet that guys are really stupid and there are many subjects they do not want to talk about, money being one of them. So, DON’T TRY!!!  It is best you never know you boyfriend “well enough”. After all, he will never know you that well and he will not even try. So, after each “tip-toe thru the tulips” he will be in a fantasy world of his own lying there with this self-important silly “I am the Man” look on his face. He won’t even know you are there. Don’t say a word. Just reach over and take a few bucks out of his wallet. Remember, guys are stupid. He’ll never miss it. (You could also do this as he gets up to wash of the “love dust” in the shower.)  

Dear Mr. Answer Man, I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen again. Should I believe him? – Trust but Verify

Dear Verify, To forgive is divine, or so they say. Yes, you should believe him. If he is half the man I am you never will find the evidence again.

Dear Mr. Answer Man, Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own? – Forsaken Mom

Dear Forsaken, You should have been more concerned and interested in his friends and MAKE him go to a college closer to home where you constantly embarrass him, barge in on him, and intrude in his life to prevent this abnormal behavior.

Dear Mr. Answer Man, My 40-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week for two-and-a-half years. He must be crazy. – Is it true?

Dear iT, yes I am sorry to say, he sure is crazy if he is paying $50 an hour to a psychiatrist. The going rate nationally is only $42.95 an hour. Disown him and move far away. There is no hope for him. Adopt a dog. 

Dear Mr. Answer Man, Do you think it would be all right if I gave my doctor a little gift? I tried for years to get pregnant and couldn't, but he finally did it. – Expectantly Doctored

Dear ED, Yes, I think it would be a nice gesture and then go apologize to your mother and tell he she was SO right when she told you to marry a doctor.

Dear Mr. Answer Man, My mother is mean and short-tempered. Do you think she is going through her mental pause? – Beat-Up in Babylon

My dear Beat-Up, let me congratulate you on your thoughtful and concerned involvement in your mother’s life and for being the dutiful son you are. You have obviously done considerable reading about this subject, but you are confusing some of the information. This is not her mental pause, this is her “hot flash – aka temper” pause brought on by snot-nosed sons and brain-dead husbands who don’t make their beds, leave their clothes wherever they take them off, and forget to put the toilet seat down. You will know when Mom hit her mental pause when she forgets to put diner on the table and kisses the dog good night and puts you out on the patio with a bone, which is still too good for the idiot son she ended up with.

Dear Mr. Answer Man, You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest in sex to send him to a doctor. Well, my husband lost all interest in sex years ago and he IS a doctor. What now? – Undoctored Wife

Dear Undoctored, Call Mom and apologize and tell her she was right when she said NEVER marry a doctor!!

Dear Mr. Answer Man, I joined the Navy to see the world. I've seen it. Now, how do I get out? – Sea Sick

Dear Sea Sick, Next time you see the Captain of your ship, pat him on the rear and call him honey.

Ugh!!!! This only goes to prove my theory that people ARE in fact practicing because no one is BORN this stupid!!! Where are Ann and Abby when you really need them?

 


John E Budzinski, Freelance Writer & Photographer: 55-12 Jordan Drive, Whitehall, PA 18052: Phone 610.434.6247 Cell 610.704.3148

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