Batteries in A Jar

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“I got tired of her leaving things lying around, so I put them in her best cookie jar.”

Now, I heard everything — batteries in a cookie jar.  “You have a death wish, Stan?”

“Rick, listen.  Two years of this.  She never listens, never learns.”

“You didn’t grow up with her, either.  She’ll go ballistic.  Nobody, but NOBODY messes with her cookie jars.”

“Oh, come on, Rick, what’s the worst she’d do?”

I picked up two golf balls from under the cupboard.  “These are yours, right?”  He nodded and I placed them in his hand.  “THAT’S what, junior.  You got it?”

 

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8 Responses to Batteries in A Jar

  1. tedstrutz says:

    Better… the spacing helped tremendously. Now I’m wondering what the inside of the cookie jar looks like.

  2. She sounds like a pain to live with, and Stan sounds like he enjoys pushing buttons. Nice story. It was great meeting you at the OWL conference 🙂

  3. Russell says:

    I assume Rick is her brother and has first hand experience (probably scarred from childhood). Nice little tale, WMQ.

  4. wmqcolby says:

    As Ed said to Johnny, “You are correct, sir!” (grrrr) 😉

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