I’m going to have an Oscar party
No, not those Oscars. The trash one.
The grumpy one I grew up with.
The one who lived in the trash can
grumpy all the time. Reliable, you know.
Trustworthy. I knew how he would respond
to everything. I valued that then and now.
Let’s have a party and all come as Oscar
the Grouch. Let’s dress as muppets and be grumpy.
Let’s complain about anything and everything.
And what do you think you will hear,
listening in to this Oscar the Grouch party
as it devolves?
Laughter.
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I loved Oscar the Grouch, the original grumpy person.
Me too! And so comforting! A predictable adult!
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When I was maintenance director at a housing project I found a trash can in one of the storage sheds. I pulled it out and it turned out to be the best costume ever! I used it that year. Oscar was sticking out of the top of the can and my upper body was Oscar. A trash collector was carrying the can over his shoulder and my lower body was that of the trash collector. (He was bent over at the waist to appear that he was carrying the heavy can – the bottom was cut out of the can.) His upper body was stuffed and his head was a wig head. When people approached me to talk, they talked to the fake head and were shocked when a voice came out of Oscar.
Oh, that is fabulous. You definitely should come to the party!!