ONLY TWO DAYS LEFT TO VOTE FOR "WHOSE OWL?" (We want to win.) The old man whirled on him. “That’s sweet, are you worried about my cholesterol? Christ almighty man, I’m 82. If I want a doughnut I’m going to eat it.” he turned back to the table. “If I can get into. The stupid. No good. Horse huckey. Box,” he said, continuing to tear at the box. “Darlene.” he boomed again. “Hold your horses old man.” Darlene said, snapping her gum. “Put a lid on it Darlene, and open this box. You know you could’ve opened this earlier. It’s not as if this happens every single seed spittin’ time.” Darlene put a hand on her hip, slipped a press-on nail under the flap, and in one smooth motion, opened the box. “There. Are we all warm and fuzzy now?” she said, turning to leave. Not waiting to hear the answer.
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 21:10:32 +0000
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