by David James
Ever had the occasion to wake up look at your watch and see it's five-thirty in the morning — after sleeping on the couch all night? Ever then gone to take a leak, trudged down the hall, cracked your bedroom door to check on your wife and found a portly, balding man in bed with your wife wearing nothing but a vest and yelled “Aha! What are you doing in there?” Ever had your wife then say cuttingly, “Why do you think you're so special that we have to tell you what's going on in here? Is it any of your business?” Ever had her then make a gesture towards you with her middle finger? Ever have that same balding man steal your bike and ride away, preening like a celebrity? Ever try to edit out all the cuckolding hurt just so you could be thankful to be a survivor? Me neither.
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What a relief! Fave*
Thanks, Gloria. The advent of this holiday season, finds me with my chronic silliness acting up.
David, I really like this one. Bad going to worse going to better. Happy holidays.*
Ain't no laughing matter to the feller what did have occasion to actually "try to edit out all the cuckolding hurt just so [he] could be thankful to be a survivor."
I'm only guess, of course.
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'Guessing' would be the propper way to put it: and I'm pretty sure of that.
I like the absurdity. The portly man is great. I'm left with a lingering doubt if the ending is the truth or denial. I like that. Good one.*
best piece.. ever.
It's "neither."
Me neither.
Thanks, Jerry. I'll tell the narrator.
neether, nyether,
Jerry's right
(but I think
you're righter).
I'd go with "either" in recognition of the wrongness done our disgruntled narrator.
Good one, David. Great way to end.
Yeah.
Thanks for reading this silly thing, folks. I sincerely appreciate it.
What a scene you paint! *