Him: Jeez, I've got a headache. Fixing that bike gave me a headache!
Me: Were you exposed to any bad fumes?
Him. No, but I set a rag on fire right in front of my face.....
Me: Would that be a highly flammable, chemical-soaked rag?
Him: Maybe.
Me: Ah.
~~~
The End. Another deep conversation at the bike shop.
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5 comments:
Oh, my...I'd have a headache too if a fireball went up in my face...hope he's ok and doesn't smoke!
Hope you're doing well, Kathryn...miss you!
That's our Dave. Always living on the edge!
This is an excellent post. Until you have the time and energy to run one of your hilarious feature stories, this kinda stuff will do just fine.
(I couldn't live with the anixiety, frankly...)
PS the captcha word is 'Trist'
Oh, Kathryn, that's priceless! So glad his only problem is a headache. :D
Yeah, you're writing again. Hugs, v
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