Tuesday, November 12, 2013
The Whole Nine Yards
Mike, the Beautiful Plumber,
turned out to have a racist mouth to begin with. He then
detailed plots by shadow Lefty groups.
Mickey-Moke, waiting for him to fix the diner’s dishwasher,
was informed, too, that a buck an hour more boosting his
minimum wage would ruin the country.
“If you could ruin a ruin!”
“Being so handsome, though, is a wonderful starting point.
If I went out with him, maybe I could...change the subject?”
But Jeanine, totaling a check, shook her head at Monica’s thought.
“Lost cause, Honeybun. Stay around him you'll get ear infections.”
Monica had disagreed. And put on her best smile handing Mike
a requested iced tea, no sugar. “If I want sugar I‘ll eat sugar!”
At that unsweet point, she discovered that the immigrant Italian
couple who opened the diner way back when had been Mafia.
The funny old man had hired her, and he and Rosa had worked
into their eighties.
Giving up a beautiful thing is always difficult, but Monica wanted
to do more when she got home that evening.
She showered, changing into pj shorts and a raggedy t-shirt.
Went on her laptop to alter her Match.com profile. No Republicans
she typed.
Labels: beauty, diner, handsome, Left Plots, Match.com, Republican, Right Wing
