Sat-er-day’s Wandering Thought

He wondered if it was ‘just him’. He didn’t really become annoyed, but it was a minor irritation when another person insisted that he make a call on the household’s behalf and then hovered nearby, eavesdropping, inserting themselves into the conversation by throwing out comments even though they have no idea what’s being said on the other end, throwing the conversation’s rhythm off. If they wanted to talk, why’d they give him the phone and asked him to call?

Yes, it was probably just him who found this rude and intrusive. It often was ‘just him’.

Number One

Her car is a large Mercedes luxury sports utility vehicle. She is petite, white and blonde.

It had been raining. Now it was sprinkling, but it remained cloudy. Rain could re-commence in a heartbeat.

So she parked in the no-parking zone in front of the coffee shop. The car is big and she is small, so she left it four feet from the red curb. Pedestrians and cars struggled to go around her in the narrow lane.

It didn’t matter. As long as number one was taken care of, everything else would work out.

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