Don’t Ever Scratch an Itch
Sitting with my blinker on waiting patiently for the people to load their bags.
Watching how slowly & meticulously they check everyone for sales tags.
They looked like they got bargains for the stores were having great sales.
As I sat and watched, my imagination came alive & I made up little tales.
Oh, they’re rearranging them again for the trunk couldn’t hold them all.
They removed ever single bag again and tried to make them small.
So once more they put them in and this time they seemed to fit.
And all the time I good-naturedly watched, it didn’t bother me a bit.
Now it was time for them to load the kids, each one had to be belted in.
They fought and squirmed like little fish, when you try to grab their fin.
They’re finally in the tightly packed car when the driver belts up too.
He starts the engine to the auto & the lights come on as if right on cue.
Back he comes fast in my direction, so I had to back up a tiny bit.
I naturally didn’t want to slow him down but I didn’t want to get hit.
As I was just putting my car back into gear, I had an itch on my face.
I only scratched it for just a second, when someone ripped off my place.
Written,
Bonnie May
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The someone took the black mobile telephone from his pocket and placed it on his trouser's belt, like the butt of a gun would show and walked to the other car like no worried at all.
The other driver lowered his window and beligerantly said "Whasamatter!!!" The someone just opened the left side of his jacket to show the "gun's butt" and beatifically smiled to the troublemaker..."OhmyGodIamsosorry! and vacated the place like a expert Nascar one.
Georg
"They fought and squirmed like little fish, when you try to grab their fin."
Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
fee
All I can say is: life with you is always an adventure. Never boring. THANK GOD!! LOL Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.