Tuesday, February 13, 2018

 

The Woman Out of Phase


Simple enough. Noon=Midnight.


She keeps her habit of phoning her
late night friends, but they’re
working.


And, of course, no one will go to
lunch with her.


Then, one even stranger day, she
goes to bed at 11 AM, wakes an
hour later. Refreshed! Ravenous!

The phone rings. It’s Carl, back from
a two-week sales trip to Oregon.

He wants to treat her to

The Sunday Monster!

A fancy, if excessive, breakfast
brunch at the local Sheraton.


When she comes up for air enough
to listen, he claims “Hey! I was BORN
out of  phase!”

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