A weekly writing exercise between four intrepid wordsmiths. Each Sunday one writer offers up a trigger, a firer of synapses. Each Saturday, we see what the synapses have wrought.
Don't feel sorry for her; I think she's the same person who scoffed at me when I told her Rieko's not available during the day last time she called. She thought I was lying to her.
4 comments:
You should put those Poultrygeist people on the "do not cluck" list. GET IT!
Man, I'm a genius.
I feel so sorry for that telemarketer. It is a lovely Saturday afternoon, after all, and she's stuck inside.
Don't feel sorry for her; I think she's the same person who scoffed at me when I told her Rieko's not available during the day last time she called. She thought I was lying to her.
What a.....
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