Sharpen the pencil, arrange the notepad, boot up the computer, locate the dictionary; there! An unexpected day off from school because of snow gives me an entire day to write. I need another cup of coffee. The phone rings.
“Hey, mom, you’ll never believe what happened to me. I got pulled over by a policeman this morning and just as I rolled down the window he got sick and threw up. It was awful. I felt so sorry for him. He just said, ‘Sorry, young man,’ and got back in his vehicle. I waited until he drove off. I guess he was too sick to talk to me,”
Wow, I can use that. Policeman with a disease that interferes with his job and he loses it and then his wife leaves and…
“Mom, anyway, just thought I’d let you know. That was so weird.”
“Yes, I can very well imagine,” I say. …so he meets someone in the unemployment line who…
“I gotta go Mom, talk to you later.”
“Oh, ok, son, say, why’d you get pulled over?” Too late, he rang off.
Reheat the coffee, sharpen the pencil, arrange the notepad, open the dictionary, click up Microsoft Word. Someone knocks at the door.
“Ma’am, is this your dog?” a little boy asks. It’s a snow white Westie. …he meets someone who gives him a purebred pup. The pup has a note attached under his collar that says…
“Ma’am, did you hear me? Is this your dog?” the boy repeats.
“No, sonny, not mine.”
Scroll through previous unfinished titles saved on the computer, take a drink of cold coffee, doodle on the notepad. Time to get the mail.
‘You may have already won a million dollars!’ the junk mail says. …a note under his collar that says ‘if you can decode this message you will receive one million dollars and…
I trip on the garbage pail and the mail goes flying …and he trips and stumbles and the dog runs away. He chases him, weaving in and out of traffic. He runs right into a, let’s see, a lady doctor who happens to specialize in his disease. The pup jumps in her arms and the sick, out of work policeman grabs at the collar but…
Shred the junk mail, pour another cup of coffee, locate the medical dictionary, start a load of laundry, check my email. Too many ‘forwards’…but he gets sick again and passes out and falls forward, knocking down the lady doctor but she holds fast to the puppy and then she has him admitted to her free clinic, she’s a doctor but poor… the phone rings again.
“Hi, honey, it’s me. I’ll be taking off for lunch in a bit. Want to meet me somewhere?” my hubby asks.
“Sure, I’ll be ready.” …but she cures him and they meet in a restaurant every Monday to try and figure out the code…
Husband is late picking me up. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t find my keys,” he says, kissing me on the cheek.
…they figure out the code and it’s a safety deposit box number but they don’t have a key…
“Was there any mail?” he asks. A mysterious letter comes in the mail which contains the key to the safe deposit bank…
“I say, Sweetheart, was there any mail?” …so the lady doctor, the policeman, and the puppy go to the bank and…
“What would you like to drink?” the waitress asks. “I’ll have an iced tea,” my husband says.
“And you ma’am?” the waitress says, pencil poised on her pad. “Ma’am?”
…and a waitress that looks like Flo from Alice is in the bank and faints when she sees the puppy…
“Don’t mind her, she’s writing,” my sweet husband remarks to the waitress. “She’ll have an iced tea, also.”
As we leave the restaurant, a police car screeches down the street, sirens blaring.
Out of nowhere a police car comes crashing through the bank building, scattering glass and customers everywhere….
My husband drops me off at home and returns to work. “Have a great afternoon,” he says.
Sharpen the pencil, rearrange the notepad, reboot the computer, google police academy requirements, start a fresh pot of coffee. The phone rings. The phone rings...
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