Scene: cute little house in Arcata
Time: Tuesday and into Wednesday
Unnamed female is a psychotic bitch for two and a half days straight. Nearly drives sweet, loving husband to murder. Narrowly escapes from hormonally induced blackout with life and shreds of sanity. Fears for her future. She probably isn't stable enough to reproduce.
Act II
Scene: doesn't matter
Time: Wednesday and a half
Things start coming back together. Unnamed female gets some business taken care of, feels a bit better about life. Cuddles with sweet husband, drives his to school, and goes to work. Gets more business taken care of, feels even better about things. Unnamed female goes home and makes pomegranate jelly, which is damn yummy. Makes a damn yummy dinner of pork tenderloin, red potatoes and a salad (her specialty). Hubby's tummy rumbles with happiness. Unnamed female cuddles with happy-bellied husband while watching 12 Monkeys. Female goes into tiny kitchen and prepares peanut butter cookie dough for hubby's sweet-tooth. Things are looking good.
Act III
Scene: same cute little green house in Arcata
Time: right before the cookies go in oven
A knock on the door. Enter police officer. Watch police officer tell Unnamed female that her car has been reported as the offender in a hit and run. Behold the complete lack of comprehension in female's eyes. Hear the police officer ask cette femme, if she kindly remembers hitting anyone and fleeing the scene? Watch and listen as she stutters in complete bafflement. (Such things generally stick in her memory.)
.....fade out as Unnamed female continues to stutter like an idiot, it doesn't get any more interesting after that......
The point is this. If it isn't one fucking thing, it's another. And I didn't fucking rear-end anyone's fucking Infinty. (Note in Act II, not even a whisper of it. It didn't happen.)
Act II
Scene: doesn't matter
Time: Wednesday and a half
Things start coming back together. Unnamed female gets some business taken care of, feels a bit better about life. Cuddles with sweet husband, drives his to school, and goes to work. Gets more business taken care of, feels even better about things. Unnamed female goes home and makes pomegranate jelly, which is damn yummy. Makes a damn yummy dinner of pork tenderloin, red potatoes and a salad (her specialty). Hubby's tummy rumbles with happiness. Unnamed female cuddles with happy-bellied husband while watching 12 Monkeys. Female goes into tiny kitchen and prepares peanut butter cookie dough for hubby's sweet-tooth. Things are looking good.
Act III
Scene: same cute little green house in Arcata
Time: right before the cookies go in oven
A knock on the door. Enter police officer. Watch police officer tell Unnamed female that her car has been reported as the offender in a hit and run. Behold the complete lack of comprehension in female's eyes. Hear the police officer ask cette femme, if she kindly remembers hitting anyone and fleeing the scene? Watch and listen as she stutters in complete bafflement. (Such things generally stick in her memory.)
.....fade out as Unnamed female continues to stutter like an idiot, it doesn't get any more interesting after that......
The point is this. If it isn't one fucking thing, it's another. And I didn't fucking rear-end anyone's fucking Infinty. (Note in Act II, not even a whisper of it. It didn't happen.)
1 comment:
see? truth is much more interesting than fiction.
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