Monday, August 15, 2016
A, B, C, D
ANDY AND HIS FRIEND, ONCE-CHUBBY
A: The Government gives it some
patriotic panache. D-Day. But it's
only the day each senior decides
on his or her future.
OC: A, B, etc?
A: It'll help if I knew what the
OC: Get out then! Circulate! Listen!
Pretend to be interested in the crap
architecture or whatever.
A: I'll do that to fill the time, but
it's a crapshoot anyway. When they text
me and give me an hour, I'll just choose one.
OC: Knowing you, you'd like to stay right here!
A: You got that right!
OC: Well, four to one odds. Great! Show me
other situations in this incompetent vale
of tears where you get such good odds.
A: Don't paint me lucky. That's a mistake!
A: At any rate, I’ll text back, or tell the sexy
Carolinia, the cyber voice.
OC: Who’ll say “I love your choice, Andy!
B is YOU.”
A: Somewhat mechanically, but what the hell!
OC: I heard of a guy they sent to an All-Women Place!
A: Good Christ! How did he ever...?
OC: Strangely, worked out! He didn’t like to talk anyway.