Friday, October 16, 2009
Awhile passes again.
The next time we go MY rooster is gone!!! I'm shocked! Who took MY rooster and why didn't my buddy Steve call me? Traitor. This can't be. It has been replaced by a larger one and it looks a little angry. Is it trying to tell me something? Did it eat the other one? Scare it off? Now I'm distraught. This is a little embarrassing. I couldn't even bring it up.
Still, more time passes.
So one day, a girlfriend of mine claims she's craving Mexican food. So where else? Of course, Papa Gallos. We park. Get out of the car. Reach for the door knob. I close my eyes. I take a deep breath. "Just do it Leslie" I tell myself. We enter my own personal Twighlight Zone. And there is Steve. "Hey how are you Leslie? Good. "Hey, do you still want that rooster?" Are you kidding me? My mouth is hanging open. Has he lost his mind? He can't be serious? As my Coast Guard daughter would say, "WTF Mate"? It must be him that has lost his mind.
I really couldn't think how to answer that utterly insaine question. YES, YES, YES!! How much? Are you kidding me? I thought it was gone. You have it? And he seriously says to me "I thought you didn't want it anymore". Again, I think, WTF Mate?? "Oh we just stuck it in the attic". It has been there all this time, while I suffered, it sat in the freakin attic! I can't even begin to explain this to my friend, she already thinks I'm crazy. So, we ate lunch, I write my 100 dollar check, seat belt that bad boy in the front seat of my car. And now, finally at long last, it sits in my kitchen, in all it's feathered magnificant glory!
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