Saturday, January 09, 2016
Hope’s Finale
Shopping Through Sister-Brother Lens
-Dad got stinging reprimand!
-As shopper, or Mickey-Mouse handyman?
-She sends him for those little chocolate
puddings, and he misunderstands. Two bucks
in Walgreens and half that in Winn-Dixie.
-Store brand the latter. Their house full of em! An Extravaganza of Thrift!
-Oh well, what else do they have to do but scissor coupons? They're trying to
get them over the web now, and they've screwed up the computer doing it. Expect a call.
-There goes a day!
-Anyway, they show love with the ridiculous things they do together.
-That's what love is, huh? No wonder I prefer a sharp stick in the eye.
-That department in temporary lockdown?
-Permanent!
-Oh come on!
-Tried and tried as you know. And the last
a beauty I gave heart and soul!
-What jinxed it?
-Why the Man On the Flying Trapeze showed her his repertoire while I worked out at the common Y. She swooned and the rest is stupid history!
-Don't get bitter. It's the tights. His best look. Crotch. But hardly yours.
-GET bitter?
-Always Hope!
-Took its final shit!
Labels: brother, coupons, hope.crotch, Man Flying Trapeze, shopping, sister, web, Y
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Dating Over 50
at a motley thunderbolt arrangement suspended from
the ceiling of the shopping center.
An officially nervous young woman approached.
“Are you the man lost his wife?”
“Yes, but many years ago. Another found her."
The large shiny bag, lavender, preceded Joan then.
“Is everything a joke?”
“Yes!”
“I can foresee another of our little SEMinars!”
“Oh please not! I’ll say what you wish! Anything so
I don't have to go on Facebook again!"
“Shush! You're making me forget my next errand!”
“Does that ridiculously large container hold a
body-length diaphanous scarf?”
“Dream on!”
Labels: criticism, dating over 50, Facebook, relationship.dating, seminar, sex, shopping
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
At Piggie Mart
(Squeal for Bargains!)
She shrugs “I don't have a bag
big enough.” Pre-haunted Yours
Truly: “Well, find SOME-
thing in the back. I'm
not riding on the bus
with an exposed toilet seat for
some usually slow wit to boil forth
"Taking it with you now, huh?”
NOTHING STINGS LIKE THE TAUNT
OF A FOOL! “Who's the fool?” you ask--
as if newly-hatched.
Labels: bargain, fool, Nothing stings like the taunt of a fool, proverb, sensitive, shopping, toilet seat
