Ha! Eat my dust, Benny!
Trish smirked as she completed the third round of Jumble Words. It was her all-time favorite SocialMe game, and she liked nothing better than skunking her friends in a dazzling display of her mastery of words.
She clicked in the chat box at the bottom of the screen. [You ready to throw in the towel yet?]
[Bring it!] Benny replied.
[You’re goin’ down, sucka!] The smack talk in between rounds was almost as much fun as the game itself. [Think you can spell something with more than three letters this time?]
Benny shot back a reply. [The only thing going down is your score!]
We’ll see, buddy…
Trish relished the friendly competition with Benny. Ever since they’d met in her writing critique group, she knew she’d met her match. His sense of humor and hers went together like Harvey Korman and Carol Burnett—with loads of laughter and some well-timed verbal slapstick.
Bonus—he can spell! She remembered thinking at the time. How funny—most girls are looking for tall, dark, and handsome, but not me. I’m drawn to someone who can turn a phrase and knows the difference between it’s and its!
With a snort of amusement, she turned her attention back to the game at hand. True to form, Benny was already cranking out the words. Fingers flying, she pounded out a few more letter combinations, tying up their scores.
[You don’t waste any time, do you?] Trish typed.
[You snooze, you lose. And you will lose, you know.]
She fired back, [You wanna bet?]
Trish watched the cursor blink, waiting for his response.
[Yeah! Loser takes the winner to dinner tonight.]
You mean like on a real date? Yeah!
A second chat window popped up, but Trish was too busy reveling in Benny’s invitation to notice.
[Trish?] The second chatter wrote.
Trish was in the middle of typing a response to Benny and completely missed the message from her editor, Carlene Woodson.
[Trish, how are you coming on that article? The deadline just got bumped up. I need it by tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock, latest.]
Oblivious, she kept chatting with Benny. [I hope you went to the ATM, big spender!]
[Let’s see if you can spell as well as you can brag!] He fired back.
Trish clicked back over to the game board and got down to business. Her competitive side was kicking in.
Hey, even if I lose, I win! She thought. But I’d rather win…
[Timer’s ticking!] Benny goaded.
Trish clicked back to the chat window, determined to get the last jab in before slaughtering Benny’s score.
[Yeah, well, when you’re done playing Mad Libs over there, I’ll teach you how to make a word with more than two syllables!]
[Excuse me?] Carlene retorted.
Trish was genuinely confused for the split second it took her to realize she had clicked in the wrong chat box.
Carlene! Oh, no! She dropped her head into her hands, willing her brain to find a way out of this mess.
The final buzzer rang.
[Carlene, I can explain!] Trish said, pleading her case.
[You’re buying!] Benny crowed, savoring his new-found bragging rights. [You know, Trish, I’m thinking I’m really more in the mood for a big ol’ steak! LOL!]
Yeah, steak is a good choice for a first date…or a last meal. Better enjoy it now, because by tomorrow morning, I’ll resemble it…dead meat!
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