Remembering Lord Pompost
Who He Was
A guy moved into the apartment the Kramers had occupied.
The neighbourhood was going
into a decline and most people
were looking to move.
The Kramer's had bought a house
more than a few blocks away. They
were an old retired couple who had
moved in when it was a solid
middle class retirement village.
It was now a noisy neighbourhood
with lots of kids.
I was one of them.
There were wide courtyards
where we played and a big
playground to the West.
It wasn't the kind of place one
expected a pompous old fart to
move into, and if moving in, realise he didn't belong so move out. Move out so as not to
spend his every waking moment complaining about the noise and the kids and whatever
else bothered him.
I forgot his real name, but we had called him Lord Pompost, a mixture of
Pompous and compost.
The name kind of stuck
A warning to Others
He had a way of dressing in this ever so shabbily snobbish manner. He had this prissy
way of looking down his nose when he spoke, even if he had to tip his head way back.
If any of the adults tried to be friendly, he would take it as an introduction to brag and
lecture, and acted a if he were a millionaire, describing places he had lived and people
he had known, but he wouldn't be living here if he could pay higher rent.
No one believed a word he said, and often we'd hear our parents complaining about
As kids, (even our parents) used to imitate him, and he became that Demotivational Poster.
When any of us acted presumptuous or snobby we'd name them Lord Pompost.
If we bragged, tried to show off or act better than other people the saying was;
"Oh Lord Pompost! When Did you Walk in?"
Our parents, who knew what we were referring to duplicated. Anytime we behaved
in a snobby way, they'd say the same thing, (which is where we got it from.)
The image of that pretentious prig stayed with us and we never bragged about our accomplishments or tried to lord it over anyone.
When we grew up and had kids of our own, we used him as who they did not want to be.
Bad examples are the best teachers.
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