In response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer Challenge.
They said it would only be a matter of time.
“Do you know where you are, Mrs. Taylor?”
“A pottery class. I’m an artist!”
“Who is the current President of the United States?”
“Grover Cleveland. And it’s his second presidency.”
“What is todays date?”
“June 21st, 1991. It’s the day I am to be married. Chuck’s such a nice man. That’s him over in the corner behind those empty bottles. Looks like he’s made quite a mess. He doesn’t mean to be destructive. He just can’t control his anger sometimes. Like the time he hit me with that big pottery pot.”
These drive me crazy.
This drives me bananas! Someone asks “give me your telephone number” and when you say my number is 856…….the person says “wait let me get something to write on.” Did they not think this process through?
Or, you get a voice recording that says “your call is very important to us.” Then why the hell haven’t your returned my call.
Or, you get a voice recording on your own machine from someone who says please return my call (then gives their call back number in a fraction of a second). And you reply the damn recording 4 times to get the entire number.
Ok, I’ll step down from my soapbox now and return to my cave.