My late friend Jane’s late father was a colorful man. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way. But colorful.
For instance, if something went well, or if he wanted to accuse someone of being a slippery character, this (warning: not refined) was his description of it:
Slicker’n snot on a doorknob.
Ah, Mr. P, they broke the mold when they made you. Before or after, I hesitate to say.
This post is part of Linda G. Hills weekly blog hop, One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner or just like them, follow the link.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about a doorknob, slick or otherwise.