Presenting Dale Rogerson’s photo, everyone. Thanks, Dale.
Dale’s photo here reminded me of something futuristic, so I thought I’d write something science fiction-y. A “thought conversation,” if you please.
Why do I picture this happening to the Sonic Guys, Pete and T.J.?
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In the gym cafe, Pete read the thoughts of his buddy Tim ogling the female eye-candy.
“That one’s married … that one has a boyfriend …”
Pete interjected. “Tim, I taught you to read minds, not pry into people’s lives!”
“Dude, you can’t get arrested for what you’re thinking. Look! That girl … she wishes she looked sexier … no kidding! Look at that sorry butt!”
“That Girl” approached Tim, smiled, grabbed his front waistband, took his smoothie and poured it down the inside front of Tim’s pants. “For your information, you’re not the ONLY mind-reader in this gym … you thoughtless TURD!”
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My Al Hirschfeld-style characature by Rochelle “Hershfeld” Fields.
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Dear Cuzzin Notnek,
To quote a good friend of mine, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!! From title to snappy ending this was pure entertainment. Five out of Five raspberry smoothies.
Shalom,
Cuzzin Shelley
Couldn’t you see this in the Sonic commercials we’d REALLY like to see?
Definitely! You have their personalities down to a T. I loved “That Girl…” More giggles.
I just kept tweaking until I felt I said what I wanted to say. I’m finding that out with a lot of stories these days. Tweak, tweak, tweak. 😀
Some weeks I’m tweaking to the end. So you all know the words so let’s sing like the birds, ‘tweak, tweak, tweak, tweak, tweak.’
Red Skelton. He led us all in that song on his last performance in Kansas City. Dad and I went to that show. Awesome!
Great fun William
Thanks, Neil. Always a pleasure.
I reckon that Tim is lucky thats all he got,
If it was a raspberry smoothie, he probably looked pretty good in red.
Love it! Come uppance, or downance possibly.
Thank-you, Sandra. I’d say “downance” just because. 🙂
Superpowers are only powerful if you’re the only one that has them… Lesson learned Tim.
Yes, definitely. I like your definition of superpowers. It’s true.
Haha – what a superpower to have!
Makes me think about how deep the mind and how complex the thoughts of people are, really.
Bravo to “that” girl! I think he got off lightly…
I had her originally slam him up against something, but it wasn’t funny. Rochelle helped me out with this one. She thought the cafe smoothie was perfect. I thought so, too. 😀
I agree!! And nice and sticky till he gets home to shower and change!)
Let’s just hope it wasn’t TOO cold a smoothie. Frost bite is bad enough in the hands … 😀
Bah… he would have deserved it…
You might find this strange, but I worked with a guy whose brother’s friend used to hit on girls by complimenting their shoes and asking if they wanted to … you know. It worked! Well, maybe for him it worked, although, that stuff comes back to bite you later. I’d never do it, of course. It’s plain wrong and there are too many crazies out there.
Hope the smoothie’s ice-cold… maybe he’s got a sorry willie… There are dangers in mindreading.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’m sure he’s sorry in more ways than that. Although, some guys just never learn.
Oops. This is why I’m glad telepathy is fiction.
Me, too! 😀
Lol! Did you know that lol in French is mdr (mort de rire – death by laughing)
No, I never took French, Graham, but thanks for the “lesson” on it. It’s a terrific compliment. 🙂
Hahaha very funny! I once tipped a milkshake on a guy’s head in McDonald’s… I didn’t need to read his mind to tell he deserved it!
Hahaha! No kidding? What was the situation? Sounds like a STORY!!!!! 😉
Actually, it was Rochelle’s idea to dump it on his head. I aimed lower because it’s subtler.
Haha yes, good choice! If this wasn’t sitting down he might have got the same!
Haha! Nice one. What wonderful retribution that would be for all the horrid thoughts people have of each other – a smoothie down the pants! Nicely set up and a great pay off
Speaking of payoff, I have a little bit of insight here. Leo McCarey was a two-time Oscar-winning movie director. He had a theory on comedy: say that we’re at a banquet, very elegant and formal. We’re all sitting around eating and all of a sudden, someone loudly passes gas. Instead of obvious responses like making faces or whatever, someone just makes a quick glance. That’s all. I like that kind of approach. I think it’s kind of “English” myself, don’t you think? 😀
Haha! Yes, that’s good – I’d always prefer that kind of payoff. Very satisfying 🙂
A great story, albeit unexpected, for the prompt.
However I LOVED it!
Spill on!
– Lisa
Thanks, Lisa, for your very enthusiastic response. It looked futuristic, so I went in that direction. I’m not that great with corridors anyway. 🙂
Very funny take on the prompt. Revenge was sweet!
Thank-you, Clare. I’m trying to be a lot lighter in my material these days, give ol’ Russell a run for the money! 😉
Thanks, Kent. Since Perry’s on sabbatical I need a good straight-man. I asked him if he was attending the inaugural ball–that should piss him off.
Hahahahaha! There was one for the first-responders and firefighters, I can’t see him with a hose, can you? 😀
Enjoyed this. Hats off for a fun take on this one.
Thanks, Yarn. Always trying for the right type of laugh.
You sure succeeded. 🙂
I had some friends when I was a teenager who would approach girls with the most vulgar pick-up lines you could imagine–and somehow it always worked–for them. I ended up with rejections just by introducing myself.
Love the clown hat on the characature. It’s you, buddy.
On the pick-up lines, yeah. Makes me wonder, too. Then again, back in the 70’s, that was when, “everybody’s doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it.” and it wasn’t the Turkey Trot.
Of course, my favorite pick-up line, in the non-vulgar tradition is this one: “I’m independently wealthy.”
I asked the Queen if she could imitate that Al Hirschfeld style and she said, sure. I’d like to see her do one of yours — are you listening, Rochelle?
i feel sorry for tim. doesn’t he know that girls could read minds? 🙂
It might bet that, “If you don’t know why I’m angry at you, then I’m certainly not going to tell you” look and expression.
LOLOLOL … hilariously funny. Do you do stand-up? Ha Ha
BUT … sad too. They just shut down our last Sonic. Miss them!!!
Oh – the story. Yes, he had that coming to him and more. They sound like goobers. I guess that’s all that can be expected from them. Have a super weekend …
Isadora 😎
ps – R U still breathing? I hope Rochelle goes easy on you for the drawing. Maybe, she’ll do one of you. She is a very good artist.
pps – my story has the word ogle in it. I was going to use leer but ogle had the meaning I was looking for. Great minds … ~~~~ : )
Hey! Where ya been? Oh, you probably told me awhile back and I forgot.
I did stand-up back in the 80’s, but I wasn’t very good at it. I got better, but TV is where I really cut my teeth as to how to present to the public. I’m just as much a ham in front as I am in back.
Those guys don’t exist in real life (thank goodness) but it IS hilarious.
Rochelle did my caricature. It’s on this blog, scroll up to the story. In fact, i asked her to do it a few weeks ago. Yes, I am still breathing. See how big the nose was? 😀
“Ogle” is a good word.
He’s lucky it was smoothie not hot coffee. Good for her!
Oh, that would have been BRILLIANT! Thanks, Jen. 🙂
Ha! If everyone could read each others’ thoughts, a smoothie down the trousers would be the most desirable outcome, I fear.
I think a smoothie down EVERYBODY’S would probably be in order. If our thoughts were projected on the 6:00 PM news….? Oh, BOY!
Sweet justice. Well done to her. And since Bjorn is on the subject of willies, and you mentioned frostbite, I have a very wicked thought. It’s what people are going to be thinking when he walks home with red-stained trousers and no willy. Welcome to the world of women!
My husband has a habit of telling me what I’m thinking. He never gets it right. I say to him, “You stick to the law, and leave the psychiatry to me!” Not that either of us work in our original professions anymore, but he’s definitely no mind-reader or he’d be the richest retired lawyer in the world, as he’d have known exactly what those on the other side of a case would be thinking.
I love that sketch that Rochelle has drawn of you.
Rochelle and I have a phrase, “Stop reading my mind!” Really. Whenever there’s a situation to comment on, we think exactly the same thing, then laugh our heads off about it. We really “get” each other. We finish each others’ sentences, interrupt the other, pause, then start talking again at the same time! It just doesn’t END! We have a blast! She is related to me by marriage through my uncle and my two “real” cousins, Gini and Pat (Virginia and Patricia) have never met her. Gini and Pat and I “get” each other as well, and they have never met Rochelle, so we’re trying to arrange that, hopefully soon. The four of us are going to be insufferable! I’m calling us “One full Jew, two half-Jews and an Empty.” 😀 😀 😀
I love it 😀 You paint a wonderful picture. I bet no-one else will get a word in edgeways when the four of you get together 😉
Exceptional! Everything about it made me smile. “You’ve got another think coming” was one of my grandmother’s favorite things to say to the smart mouthed, wise cracking, lazy or just plain stupid.
Oh, yes, That’s an oldie but a goodie. Everyone’s grandma has said it or knows it, anyway. I never really heard it from my family members, they were a little more “creative” about how they said things. 😀
Good to see you again. Don’t be a stranger now, ya hear? 😉
Thanks for raising a laugh this end! Mind-reading is a fascinating superpower to have, as long as other don’t have it too…
Yes, it definitely is. Thanks for tuning in, sir.
Oh! A delightful little twist a the end. Must watch what you think in that gym.
Hahaha! You got THAT right, Alicia. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
Great amusement, not sure whether I have a slight bit of sympathy for him, he obviously thought he was safe in his little mind.
Hilarious, Kent. That’s one of those times when a person wishes they’d been there. He got off easy. Good writing. 😀 — Suzanne