The photo below brought to mind the famous rhetorical question;
“If a man says something—and there’s no woman around to hear him—is he still wrong?”
Married with Children was a popular TV show about the time our children were entering puberty. I learned two important things from this program;
1.) How to sit on a couch with one hand stuck half-way into your pants
2.) How to whine the name P-e-e-e-g-g-g into a three syllable word.
In this week’s episode Kelly gets a job as a parking valet.
If you are new to Friday Flash Fiction, the construction supervisor for our weekly cabin of tall tales is the legendary lumberjack Paula Bunyan Wisoff-Fields, or “PB” as we affectionately call her. To learn how to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF “Hollywood Squares” author seating chart click here.
“How was your first day at work, Pumpkin?”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m exhausted. This job is way harder than I thought it’d be.” Kelly tucked her blonde hair behind her ears and collapsed on the sofa.
“First, we spent four hours in a classroom listening to some idiot ramble about customer service. He kept saying, ‘If you want good tips, do exactly what the customer tells you.’
Then, my first client stiffed me and started screaming at my boss. I don’t know why he was so mad.
He was the one who told me to park under a shade tree.”
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Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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