continued … when he doubled over she called him a doofey unemployed jake ass. He laughed to himself. ”What the hell is a ‘jake ass?” he wondered. continued …
Most nights after cleaning the kitchen he joined her in the t.v. room even though he hated that goddamned western channel …
He usually curled up with a book by his favorite author Louis L’Amor.
That one night she told him she wanted popcorn.
He took great pride in his popcorn making skills but that night they ran out of margarine!
(It was a mystery to him why she didn’t like butter on her popcorn. He loved buttered popcorn!)
Maybe that’s why.
“Wull,” he told her, ”There isn’t any margarine.”
But she insisted,
”The car’s got plenty of gas,” she said, “And i could use some quiet time. So why don’t you just leave?”
So, he drove 8 miles to the Piggly Wiggly in town but it was closed for the annual inventory.
So he drove around the corner to Charly’s Convenience Store but it must have burned down; the walls were charred black and the roof was missing.
‘’I’ll be damed if I’ll drive another three miles over to Plank City for a tub of frickin’ Parkay,” he said to himself, out loud..
“She’ll just have to eat her goddamned popcorn with butter tonight!”
(He wondered if she’d know the difference but, he knew better.)