Discovering Martin Glubervitch


Sludging into that unfocussed area which was his middle fifties, sometime after the innocent optimism of youth had been expended on one or two false starts, career-wise, and with a failed marriage under his belt, Martin Glubervitch was struck by the lack of admiration given to his figure and his person when he went into his favourite café for morning coffee every Saturday.

As he sat in his customary seat reading his newspaper, he noticed other figures, sheathed in the glistening apparel of the committed cyclist, were getting the admiring glances his rounded and accepting profile failed to attract. The “lightbulb” moment is well documented in respected circles, I understand, and his found him later that day at the “Fulcrum Cycling Emporium,” byline, “Fitness is not a matter of taste,” where a challenged assistant was trying to find an outfit which would wrap itself around his portly frame without occasioning unnecessary embarrassment.

Like many a “Retail counsellor” who found nothing really suited or even fitted the customer, he got the nearest fit he could and then said, “Oh yes sir. That really brings out the inner sportsman in you.” Mark, who lived in a compliment free zone, smiled at this unexpected praise and said, “Really” while swivelling his figure from left to right in front of a mirror, designed not to shed too much truth on the vanities of passing dreamers.

The crucial purchase made, Mark returned home and, sure enough, the following Saturday he shovelled himself into the outfit and set off in sporting style towards his morning haunt. As he entered the café nothing was said directly, although a small wave of coughing may have caused concern. Once more he sat at his normal table, with his habitual newspaper and, as always, the waitress brought over coffee in her non-committal manner.

After about ten minutes there was a small commotion and a lady who could be described as, “Larger than life,” asked if it was alright if she joined him, which she did without waiting for his answer. As he looked up to give the required glance he couldn’t help noticing that, like him, she was wearing a close-fitting cycling outfit although her soothing figure suggested that sporting activities were not part of her regular routine.

“Are we tempted by the cooked breakfast?” she asked him and he smiled: her eyes were full of recognition. “Sometimes,” he said to himself,” We have to leave the house in order to come home.”

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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18 Responses to Discovering Martin Glubervitch

  1. Al says:

    What a delightful reading to ring in the New Year! Let’s make this a tradition, shall we? Happy 2018 to you and Martin.

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  2. George F. says:

    Off to a nice start…

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  3. cathytea says:

    Ah, my heart melted at the final line! I love when you deliver perfection !

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  4. 🙂 A smile to start the year! ❤

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  5. judithhb says:

    As always, Peter An unexpected end. A great read this early in tge New Year. Greetings for 2018

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  6. ksbeth says:

    oh, that is such an amazing last line –

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  7. wdfyfe says:

    Happy New Year. I’m looking forward to everything you have in store for 2018

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  8. Arbie says:

    That final line…ah, such a good story. Happy New Year! 🥂

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  9. The dance to mate – sometimes so beyond us, and yet so simple.

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  10. gotham girl says:

    The perfect start to a new year! Happy New Year!

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  11. ASH says:

    Always an tight-fitting journey into characters!
    Well done and over easy, huzzah!

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  12. tiostib says:

    My heartfelt thanks for a brilliant “upper,” a delightful dose of lightness on a gray winter’s day. Please take comfort in knowing that your witty and insightful writing jewels are making this world a better, more loving, place.

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  13. renxkyoko says:

    I love the dry humour, and the sweet ending.

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  14. Ah, how many chords does that strike in me?

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  15. nelle says:

    May he find his comfort.

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