With made-up names
Filled up tanks
Checked the oil
Give me your wallet
Said, winsome, handsome
Drivers, with doors left open
Gulped from big, sippy cups
Danced cheese doodle, two-steps
Excessive content alarm
Buzzed, to the point
Electronic Parts Advice: Inspired by my ‘Chapter 5 WWII Letter’ Post (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge).
Top overall solution to your theatre problem. Allowing thermoplastic to heat up allowed coiled cords to stay coiled.
Kudos To My Web Host: Excellent blog here. Additionally, your website lots up real fast. Kudos to web host. Inspired by my ’99 Word Flash Fiction’ Post?
Short Term Loans Bad Credit: Expedite process by having paperwork ready before loan application.
There was a news flash I wouldn’t soon forget. ‘I prefer P’ was the mentioned post. ‘P’ for paperwork–I supposed.
Promotional Wristbands: Write more, that’s all I have to say. It seems as though you relied on the video to make your point. You clearly knew what you’re talking about. Why throw away your intelligence on just posting videos when you could be giving us something enlightening to read?
Compliments, followed by advice. Silicon bracelets from the spammer would help the most–of course.
From My ‘Red Wing Blackbird’ post: Perhaps the best one of all?
The greatest thing about God Larry discovered, was that He could help him with his homework.
Spam bots never rested. I’ll end with some spam profundities.
What an information of unambiguity and preserveness of valuable familiarity about unexpected feelings.
I’ll take those oblique references as compliments of the highest magnitude.
A misguided woman walked into the men’s changing room at the YMCA yesterday. There were no screams. She walked out with no fanfare. It would have been far different, had the tables been turned.
A lot has been said recently about the internet being a giant echo chamber. Following one’s passions, without regard to opposing views, is not only possible, but also the norm.
Trips to the DMV were always interesting–if one could get past the frustrations of waiting, confusing signage, and rude employees.
Where else were there such cross-sections of humanity in one place waiting for the same things? Was rudeness a qualification for employment there?
A sign with large block letters above the door to the visual examination and picture-taking room had braille lettering below. The sign readable to the sighted–only readable to the visually impaired from a step-ladder.
Equal opportunities for all capabilities? Nobody could reach the sign to read the braille lettering. It certainly raised questions in my mind. I suspected it had something to do with the facilities’ compliance with ADA laws. All signage had to have both types of lettering. Compliance with little common sense–if you asked me.
That’s so not you. “Not You (s)” popular phrase used in successful realtor. com commercial. “Not You (s)” interchangeable with “loser (s).”
Right turns from the left hand lanes and vice versa.
Retirement doesn’t mean nothing to do.
All things in moderation, doesn’t mean, no fun.
Don’t have a target on my back for survey takers, pollsters, telemarketers.
Blog posts begin with first key strokes, then first words.
Correspondence from retirement accounts, health care providers, government documents required law degrees to decipher.
Robo-calls from HMO’s assumed the worst about client’s health needs. Fortunately, I am still able to feed and dress myself–knock wood.
Being awakened by my dog every two hours last night for no apparent reason.
A brand new year
Endless 2017 reviews
Are relegated to
Dusty files of history
According to the media
Were supposed to make
New Years resolutions
Lose weight the sure-fire way
Better health care insurance
Health club memberships
Good ideas–usually forgotten by March
Their moods, feelings
For the greater good
Stragglers, street vendors
Kissed the sidewalk
Their wares scattered
To the wind
Because, they were
In the way
People on winding roads
with names nobody knew
didn’t want to be found
Their thoughts passed by
like gaudy billboards
so unlike, wonders
of the natural world
Noises–pyrotechnics or nature?
Big-city cynicism wasted
Fell curbside with other detritus
Never cared to get too close
Lived lives of their own choosing
Feared for the sanctity
of precious oceans and forests
Adapted when necessary
Then forgot everything
“Was there–anything to declare?”
Nothing–other than what they were