Originally posted by Grampy BobbyChapter 13:
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Following Tuesday the mayor received a brown paper wrapped parcel in the morning mail pouch. His male intern secretary placed it (unopened) gingerly atop the stack already squatting in the mayor's bulging in-box. Aging mayor opened it during lunch to discover it contained the best selling book "Who Moved My Cheese", an interesting and i ...[text shortened]... y three calls.
Bookworm's Corner: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_Moved_My_Cheese%3F
Upset by the fact that the dozing, or was that dozy, Mayor hadn't returned any of her 23 calls, Latitcia Provalone (Cheesey to her friends) decided that the only way she was going to be able to get in touch with him was to march right down to his office and wrangle her way past Skaught. She put on her best dress, a polkadot shiff she'd bought at Target for just such a meeting. As it was she thought that it would bring back pleasant memories to his worship. It was, afterall, the number she'd worn "that" night.
Originally posted by DR85Please feel free to insert whatever you feel needs to be inserted wherever. The door is wide open and waiting for any visitors.
WTF? I saw the thread title, and only came for the sex scene. ðŸ˜
This story needs mild drug use, peril, and Mr. and Mrs. Nobody getting freaky.
Chapter 14:
Things gradually returned to normal during the deliciously lazy months of summer. Following the Annual 4-H Sponsored Summer Fair, children of all ages returned to school and the much anticipated Friday night football season was in full swing. The familiar though somewhat obtunded by the "Doomsday Initiative" was still alive and well. Sonny, proprietor of the local hardware store, continued to great his customers as he always had for as long as anyone living or dead could remember with bright unhooded eyelock and a warm "Hope you're having a blest day".
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyChapter 15:
Chapter 14:
Things gradually returned to normal during the deliciously lazy months of summer. Following the Annual 4-H Sponsored Summer Fair, children of all ages returned to school and the much anticipated Friday night football season was in full swing. The familiar though somewhat obtunded by the "Doomsday Initiative" was still alive and well. Sonn ...[text shortened]... ad could remember with bright unhooded eyelock and a warm "Hope you're having a blest day".
One of Sonny's regular customers (he liked being thought of as great), Roy (You can call me Royston) Sedgewick querried Sonny on why he was always greeted him with the usual "Hope you're having a blest day" to which Sonny respoded, "You know Roy I can't remember but if I were to guess I'd say because that what I've always done". Royston looked Soony in the eye and said, "You know Sonny it may be time for you to put your Lowes jacket, with the nametag emblazed on the left side Sonny, Fastener Manager, away for good and enjoy some well earned R&R".
Originally posted by Great Big SteesChapter 16:
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One of Sonny's regular customers (he liked being thought of as great), Roy (You can call me Royston) Sedgewick querried Sonny on why he was always greeted him with the usual "Hope you're having a blest day" to which Sonny respoded, "You know Roy I can't remember but if I were to guess I'd say because that what I've always done". Roysto ...[text shortened]... he left side Sonny, Fastener Manager, away for good and enjoy some well earned R&R".
Sonny was an instantly likeable and pragmatic human being. His cardinal principle of commonsense merchandising was never to second guess his customers but rather to place all inventory items in plain view, reminiscent of the Fuddrucker's Hamburger Emporium open floor space restaurant chain. No dreary warehouse. Nothing behind the scenes, except a complimentary coffee & tea bar for serious shoppers and casual browsers as well. Small area was decorated with pineapple print wallpaper (traditional symbol of hospitality) Nobody's fool, Sonny omitted the ambience of tables and chairs, opting rather to have all the people milling about, asking each other questions, swapping ideas and inspecting the 1,001 items and seasonal clearance tables.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyChapter 17:
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Sonny was an instantly likeable and pragmatic human being. His cardinal principle of commonsense merchandising was never to second guess his customers but rather to place all inventory items in plain view, reminiscent of the Fuddrucker's Hamburger Emporium open floor space restaurant chain. No dreary warehouse. Nothing behind the scenes, ...[text shortened]... other questions, swapping ideas and inspecting the 1,001 items and seasonal clearance tables.
Taking a page out of Sonny's idea of no tables and chairs (people milling about chatting) Sidney Linkletter decided to change the "look" of his establishment (Sid's ) to mirror that of Sonny's. He called Ralph Banyon of "Two Guys With Hammers and One with a Tape", to come and see what they thought of his idea and what it might cost to make the appropriate changes. Ralph showed up trhee days later and a deal was struck. The makeover would start in a week and be completed, assuming there were no "hidden issue", in 3 months. In the interim Sid was able to make a deal with Sonny to rent out his open concept space during the evenings (after Sonny's closed) and on weekends.
Originally posted by Great Big SteesChapter 18
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Taking a page out of Sonny's idea of no tables and chairs (people milling about chatting) Sidney Linkletter decided to change the "look" of his establishment (Sid's ) to mirror that of Sonny's. He called Ralph Banyon of "Two Guys With Hammers and One with a Tape", to come and see what they thought of his idea and what it might cost to out his open concept space during the evenings (after Sonny's closed) and on weekends.
Sonny politely declined Sid's offer, explaining that a locally franchised, reputable bonded janitorial service had sole access to his hardware store evenings and Sundays. He also suggested that Sid offer Ralph an prorated incentive for early completion. Unflappable Sid who grew up in Great Britain exclaimed, "Capital idea, matey." Sonny's normal hours of operation were 9:00am- 5:00pm Monday through Saturday. Sonny's cheerful bride was on hand to assist with the second cash register on Saturdays, which were usually exceptionally busy. She also held the fort Wednesday afternoons when her prince among men played golf at the private club named "The Misters & Misses Links" which had named each of its eighteen holes similarly to the "The Masters" in Augusta. Sonny's foursome generally included the county Hospital's esteemed anal surgeon, Steve Nimitz, whose affectionate nickname was "The Rear Admiral"... and his colleagues.
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyAnd so it was, on an unseasonably crisp morning, on the fifth hole at "The Misters & Misses", while attempting to extricate his misdirected ball from a thick tangle of scrub and thornbush, that the Rear Admiral's ample frame suddenly catapulted itself diagonally backwards and caught an astonished Sonny, who had been grappling with the problem of how politely to decline Sid's offer, a glancing, but significant blow on his left thigh. The very thigh that had been so exercised and massaged by his loving bride the previous evening.
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Sonny politely declined Sid's offer, explaining that a locally franchised, reputable bonded janitorial service had sole access to his hardware store evenings and Sundays. He also suggested that Sid offer Ralph an prorated incentive for early completion. Unflappable Sid who grew up in Great Britain exclaimed, "Capital idea, matey." Sonny's ...[text shortened]... ectionate nickname was "The Rear Admiral"... and his colleagues.
Chapter 19
Originally posted by Pianoman1Chapter 20
And so it was, on an unseasonably crisp morning, on the fifth hole at "The Misters & Misses", while attempting to extricate his misdirected ball from a thick tangle of scrub and thornbush, that the Rear Admiral's ample frame suddenly catapulted itself diagonally backwards and caught an astonished Sonny, who had been grappling with the problem of how polite ...[text shortened]... very thigh that had been so exercised and massaged by his loving bride the previous evening.
Sonny, being the gentleman that he was said, "Excuse me but can you please take that 6 iron out of my "rear" Admiral?" Sonny wasn't as concerned about his thigh as he new well that his lovely bride would be more than eager to replicate the previous evenings "massage". What did concern him was how the good doctor would, firstly get his ample bulk off him and how much the extrication was going to hurt as it was wasn't the shaft that had managed to enter his "bottom" but the club head.
As it turned out the cheese hadn't actually been moved, but rather had been steadily but seemingly slowly and endlessly consumed. There is, however, a finite supply of any single non-renewable resource and it is how we think about that inevitable circumstance that underlies the allegory. Thus, it came to pass that different characters approach the same situation in different ways. Those of us who happen to be more adventurous and, some might say, courageous, while others might observe, reckless, tend to be the ones to make discoveries and lead the path toward new directions. It's the trail markers left behind that are also so very important. Are you a leader? A follower? A whiner? Who are you?
And so, flipping the last page, the young woman thought to herself, "I should pick up some cheddar while I'm in town today."
Originally posted by coquetteChapter: whatever
As it turned out the cheese hadn't actually been moved, but rather had been steadily but seemingly slowly and endlessly consumed. There is, however, a finite supply of any single non-renewable resource and it is how we think about that inevitable circumstance that underlies the allegory. Thus, it came to pass that different characters approach the same situ ...[text shortened]... he young woman thought to herself, "I should pick up some cheddar while I'm in town today."
Forgetting that it was Wednesday and as such the "Cheddar Shredder" was closed she wended her way to the "Due Drop Inn" for a beer (draft of course) and a pickled egg. Sitting at the bar, Lance the noonhour bartender, said, "Hey Blanche...the usual?" Blanche tossed her blond trusses to the left saying, "Lance you know me too well". She looked down the bar noting that the Friday crowd seemed to be smaller than normal. She commented on this and Lance reminded her that it was Friday the 13th. Realizing that she'd missed that fact and being the president of the local chapter of the Paraskevidekatriaphobia Club she decided to leave and lock herself in her bedroom.
Alas, self fulfilling prophesies being what they are, she realized that she left her purse on the stool in the bar and her key was in it. This would prove to be the worst of all Friday the 13ths ever, she feared. She dreaded the two block walk back to the bar, hoping with each step that her purse would be sitting there safe and all contents still in it.
Originally posted by coquetteAs soon as she left the Due Drop Inn with her Gucci purse sitting on the bar a patron sitting two stools over slid towards it slipping it into their Columbia backpack. Sitting in one of the womens stalls in the downstairs washroom the "thief" texted that she had the "prize" asking if they wanted her to peruse the contents of her daytimer.
Alas, self fulfilling prophesies being what they are, she realized that she left her purse on the stool in the bar and her key was in it. This would prove to be the worst of all Friday the 13ths ever, she feared. She dreaded the two block walk back to the bar, hoping with each step that her purse would be sitting there safe and all contents still in it.