Probably not related to Ann.She looks to be leaping to conclusions about Larry.Or seeing that he’s quite the pogo sticker, she’s concerned that he might know Pogo was her maiden name.
Bob had casually introduced Larry to Shirley at last Sunday’s lawn dart tournament. What began as a comical coincidence, trended into a minor annoyance, and now can be recognized for what it truly is; the obsession of a deranged and crazed mind. First there was that moment at the store as Shirley reached to the top of the shelf looking for the just add water, whole wheat pancake mix. As her weight shifted to one foot, she looked down to find an appropriate shelf to place her hand to steady her balance and there he was on one knee looking up at her with his wild eyed smile, as he fumbled around on the bottom shelf apparently looking for the Hungry Jack’s waffle mix. Later that morning as Shirley paused for a moment in the parking garage to adjust her under garments; she heard the sound of what could have been a dog snorting or old man snoring. And there he was lying on his back ostensibly inspecting the thread on an older pickup truck. Shirley was initially somewhat embarrassed. But those startled eyes, his big nose and what she came to realize was one ear was much larger than the other; was a persistent and alarming image. Not twenty minutes later as Shirley stooped to pick up Miss Millie’s business, there he was again; riding by on his bicycle, frantically waving his hands and talking in tongues. Quite shaken but undaunted Shirley made her way to the bridge club shortly after lunch. Before she could slip into the foyer; Larry calmly glided by on his roller skates. His skin tight silver pants, red zipped shirt and short blue cape slapped Shirley into the reality of this situation; she needed police protection. And now in the privacy of her own home, in a moment peaceful contemplation; he appeared again, improbable; no impossible; could this be happening; is it real or a product of late night bingo, or the remnants of those misdirected college years or perhaps her tenure as a prison guard in the high security unit, coming back to haunt her….no matter why or what….Shirley was calling her sponsor.
margueritem almost 13 years ago
Just jumping up to say ‘howdy’, Mildred.
SusanSunshine Premium Member almost 13 years ago
At this age, Mildred should appreciate a man with spring in his step.
SusanSunshine Premium Member almost 13 years ago
Essex — Please ponder the possibility that by practicing this particular prose, perhaps you’ll presently be posting posthumously. :
Superfrog almost 13 years ago
Throw the vase at him, Mildred.
PICTO almost 13 years ago
P**d off.
gijoe76 almost 13 years ago
Powerful prose! Per public permission, we are pleased to pardon your potable perspective.
Larry Miller Premium Member almost 13 years ago
Probably not related to Ann.She looks to be leaping to conclusions about Larry.Or seeing that he’s quite the pogo sticker, she’s concerned that he might know Pogo was her maiden name.
barbfrost almost 13 years ago
Larry, the original couch dancer.
byamrcn almost 13 years ago
Hey now…it’s The Larry Landers Show.
monawarner almost 13 years ago
I’d comment but I’m all out of p’s.
boldyuma almost 13 years ago
Wonder if Larry is related to Fred MacMurray.
Lefty2 almost 13 years ago
Bob had casually introduced Larry to Shirley at last Sunday’s lawn dart tournament. What began as a comical coincidence, trended into a minor annoyance, and now can be recognized for what it truly is; the obsession of a deranged and crazed mind. First there was that moment at the store as Shirley reached to the top of the shelf looking for the just add water, whole wheat pancake mix. As her weight shifted to one foot, she looked down to find an appropriate shelf to place her hand to steady her balance and there he was on one knee looking up at her with his wild eyed smile, as he fumbled around on the bottom shelf apparently looking for the Hungry Jack’s waffle mix. Later that morning as Shirley paused for a moment in the parking garage to adjust her under garments; she heard the sound of what could have been a dog snorting or old man snoring. And there he was lying on his back ostensibly inspecting the thread on an older pickup truck. Shirley was initially somewhat embarrassed. But those startled eyes, his big nose and what she came to realize was one ear was much larger than the other; was a persistent and alarming image. Not twenty minutes later as Shirley stooped to pick up Miss Millie’s business, there he was again; riding by on his bicycle, frantically waving his hands and talking in tongues. Quite shaken but undaunted Shirley made her way to the bridge club shortly after lunch. Before she could slip into the foyer; Larry calmly glided by on his roller skates. His skin tight silver pants, red zipped shirt and short blue cape slapped Shirley into the reality of this situation; she needed police protection. And now in the privacy of her own home, in a moment peaceful contemplation; he appeared again, improbable; no impossible; could this be happening; is it real or a product of late night bingo, or the remnants of those misdirected college years or perhaps her tenure as a prison guard in the high security unit, coming back to haunt her….no matter why or what….Shirley was calling her sponsor.
Lefty2 almost 13 years ago
you are on a roll my friend….good stuff
Lefty2 almost 13 years ago
now you know free falling
tegm almost 13 years ago
haha, love her yellow outfit!
Tigressy almost 3 years ago
PURPLIE!!!
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Dry and Dusty Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Good morning Balladeers, (((((Plods))))) and Miss Susan.