Did you ever wonder how streets, sub-divisions, and strip malls got their names? Me neither. But it’s obvious some building contractors either have no sense of creativity or they’ve been smoking something other than tobacco. Here are two of the local misnomers;
Hidden Lake Road meanders through a neighborhood crowded with cookie-cutter houses. Don’t blink, or you’ll miss the small, man-made mud hole the size of a kiddy pool. Another of my favorites is Walnut Grove Health & Rehab. There is not a single walnut tree within two miles of this place, let alone a grove. It makes me wonder about the accuracy of the health & rehab part.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, one person who you’ll never have to worry about being mislabeled is our hostess Long Tall Sally Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
“Gary had quite a reputation as a skirt-chaser before we got married. Everyone said he had a one-track mind.” Joyce took a sip of her coffee.
“We barely left the hotel room the entire week of our honeymoon. The way he kept chugged along, it was hard to tell if he was a man or a machine. For years, he couldn’t walk past me without patting my caboose.
Then, shortly after his sixtieth birthday, he started showing signs of depression. When I asked him what was wrong. He pulled down his boxers and said, ‘Behold, the little train who couldn’t.’”