Sunday, January 10, 2016
Mail Ego
The Plan
Marty asked if the mail had come. “My box empty,
so I can’t be sure.”
Girlfriend Brill snapped while extracting catalogs from
hers: “Self! MY box...my freakin everything! Ask how
to SERVE!”
“I know! I’ll patrol the lobby, day and night! Whenever
the erratic mailman arrives, I’ll know. And knock on
every door!”
That’d be a start, but it’s all too late!” she hissed.
He laughed insanely. Secretly planning Tuesday,
a week: The Kissoff!...his part in rehearsal.
Elevator came. Farewell, Brillo!...nearly.
Exulted deeply he in thought as she pushed the
buttons for their two floors.
Labels: altruism, female, mail, male, power, relationship, selfishness, service
