It began as an innocent trip with a friend to Starbucks. One of those lovely occasions when everything was perfect enough to take for granted. But when I went to drop her off, I couldn't resist the tennis ball that rolled around the parking lot. I slammed on the brakes, put the car in park and jumped out to claim my prize. When my silly friend proceeded to usurp my vehicle, I instinctively brought the arm back, took aim and fired with concentration. In actuality I aimed for her head (I know that's harsh) but the air manipulated the ball's course so that the......
SMASH
........
CRASH
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into her hand, ended with an eruption of coffee's sweet caffeine droplets throughout the car and all over her lovely outfit. All those years in little league. What a blessing! What a curse!
1 comment:
I just know that would make a wonderful comic, no? It's funny as hell.
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