London Broil: the End Again

continued …  “she’ll just have to eat her goddamned popcorn with butter tonight  … !  he wondered if she’d know the difference … but, he knew better … )

Two hours later when he got home she was fast asleep in bed.

“Hmmmmm”, he thought.

He figured that, since the next day was Saturday (and she’d be sleeping in) he’d leave early for his appointment at Peter’s Quickie Loan Place (across the street from the Piggly Wiggly), pick up a couple tubs of margarine for the popcorn AND a couple pounds of butter, just in case!

He knew he’d have hell to pay if there wasn’t any butter in the house since she preferred only butter on her toast.

The End ..

London Broil: Butter or Parquay?

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.)

continued … 

Butter or Parkay/Or Is It Parkay Or Butter??

continued

… when he doubled over she called him a
doofey fake vegetarian unemployed jack ass.

He smiled.  “What’s a jake ass,” he thought? 

Part II

Most nights after cleaning the kitchen he joined in the t.v. room even though he hated that western channel.

He usually curled up with a book by favorite author Louis L’amor.

One night she wanted popcorn.

He took great pride in his popcorn making skills but on that one particular night they had run out of margarine.

Why she didn’t like butter on her popcorn he didn’t know.

He loved buttered popcorn! Maybe that was the reason?

She insisted on having popcorn that night even though they had no margarine.

“The car’s got plenty of gas,” she said, “And I need some quiet time while you’re gone.’’

He drove eight miles to the Piggly Wiggly but it was closed for the annual inventory.  So he drove around the corner to Charley’s  Convenience Store but it must have burned down.  The walls were charred black and the roof was missing.

So there was no place he could get margarine.

“I’ll be damed if I’ll drive another ten miles to Plank City for a tub of Parkay,” he said out loud.

“She’ll just have to eat her goddamned popcorn with butter tonight,” he thought.

He wondered if she’d know the difference. But he knew better.

By the time he got back she had gone to bed.

Since the next day was Saturday he figured he’d leave early for his appointment at that quickly loan place next to the Piggly Wiggly.

He knew he’d have hell to pay in the morning if he didn’t pick up a pound of butter just in case … since she preferred butter on her toast.

London Broil – Redux – Part III

continued … when he doubled over she called him a doofey unemployed jake ass ….. he laughed to himself …  ”what the hell is a ‘jake ass … ?”  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 on that one night they had run out of margarine ….. !

…..

it was a mystery to him why she didn’t like butter on her popcorn … he loved buttered popcorn … !

maybe  that was the reason 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 

Charlies 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, out loud to himself …

…..

“… she’ll just have to eat her goddamned popcorn with butter tonight … ” !

…..

( … he wondered if she’d know the difference … 

but

he knew better … )

continued …