Another entry for the Department of We Both Know What You Meant, But I’m Going To Pretend I Don’t.
The call-in column from our town’s weekly newspaper offers an ever-fresh source of irritation and amusement. Sometimes, a caller leaves a thank-you to someone who did something nice. This is not one of those calls.
So And So
by Anonymous Caller
This is to
the little red-headed so and so
that cut through Jay C parking lot,
not watching where she’s going.
I was coming up
and paying attention
I would have
hit her front fender.
To which my first response was — say it with me, now — “Keep your hands to yourself, buster.”
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a late summer farmers market meal.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character pretends they’re being flirted with when they’re really being scolded.
p.s. Happy birthday to me!