Zumba My Ass – Part II

continued … ‘’call 911 yourself you clumsy idiot … it’s all your fault … !  ’’ she said 

he had to fish the phone out of his back pocket …

(which isn’t an easy task when you’re lying on the floor with a broken shoulder)  …

but the battery was dead … !


a moment  later she came back into the kitchen …


she began picking the groceries up


she ignored him …


‘’but you’ve never used that thing,” he said … !  it’s bleached out from lying outside in the sun for TWO YEARS … !  

for crying out loud!  

i made a landscape ornament out of that thing 

after the first year … !”


she said, “i was thinking of joining that zumba class
starting next week…!”

she got huffy again and said,

“why don’t you just put the damned groceries away  yourself?”

she stormed out of the kitchen a second time …


despite the pain he yelled,  

‘’but zumba doesn’t USE exercise balls … !’’


the last thing he heard before the door slammed was…


I didn’t  want to take that

stupid class anyway … !


Later …

he had to drive the Mustang in first gear

all the way to the hospital

 five miles away … !

(the pain was too intense to shift gears)


while it seemed strange to him at the time …

(and despite the pain)

he laughed all the way to the

hospital …

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