THE BRANDY SESSIONS / 6

This one time, Eddie made me Google myself.
If you are dialled into the Eddie frequency, then you know that among other things, publicity piques the poor chap.
Eddie is a staunch Christian, first of all, and the Christian way is that if you give with your right hand, your left should be completely clueless. And the man has discipline, over such.
Unfortunately, some of us are more excitable than the Eddie types. And works of charity loosen our tongues, and Brandy rendering said tongues even looser.
Without meaning to, in between sips, I let slip about Eddie’s new venture
Eddie believes in sustainable projects, the entrepreneurial type. So, after an influx of funds, he bought ten minibuses which he tasked me to give to ten youths in the neighbourhood, selected through a rigorous vetting process.
“This will help the boys and their families. The only thing is, they will pay me back the money. It’s up to them how long it will take them to pay me back.” Eddie demanded.
I was in the middle of explaining these modalities to Eddie’s lady when Eddie walked up behind me.
He looked at me, sized me up the way people size up someone they deem is a lost cause, then shook his head.
“But you, eish, you are a conundrum.” Eddie declared, about me.
My initial reaction was to argue that I wasn’t a conundrum but upon reflection, I realised I didn’t know what a conundrum was, so there was a possibility that I could be one. So I made a mental note to Google conundrum when I was alone.
I couldn’t Google myself, and give Eddie the satisfaction of watching me Google myself.
In the meantime, I called for a double shot. Neat.