Wednesday, September 20, 2017
"Golly, I'm hot!"
Standing in line at the pharmacy to get some prescriptions filled.
Waiting. Reading the signage. "Area under Surveillance."
I hear the slow stamp-and-jingle of a young lady wearing sandals coming in my direction from behind. She sounds like a sleigh with eight reindeer or several pockets filled with money.
I turned as she rounded the corner.
Keys and bling. A bare mid-rift. Short-shorts. And more-than-ample bosoms exploding forth like rolls from a package.
"Golly, I'm hot!" she exclaimed with a deep breath and exhalation.
What can you say?
"Not half as hot as my wife." I said in a bored, matter-of-fact voice.
Great, silvery peals of laughter from her. She was busted! She figured she could practice being a Richard-tease to some, poor, helpless old man...and she slipped on the banana peel.
"Wow! Great answer." she said.
I mindful of the sign "Area under Surveillance." and Casey, a young lady who graduated with Belladonna, simply nodded.
It was the only correct answer.