Sunday, September 16, 2018

Pickles

I went out to lunch today.  I ate at a local diner.  I don't like pickles.  I usually sit at the back counter where all the other losers sit.

So, this dreadful woman came in and plopped down beside me.  She started farting.  She's farting and talking to somebody on her right, I being to her left.  When her food came--waffles and eggs. I tossed my pickles on her plate.  Low and behold, she actually ate them, it never seeming to occur to her that pickles don't come with waffles at this establishment and that some evil person had dropped them on her plate.

There must be a plot for a mystery thriller in there somewhere?  I don't really like mysteries. 

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