50 Word Fiction Fridays Vol. 62
Someone is parked in my reserved parking spot. This is a huge pet peeve for me. Nothing will send me into a white hot rage quicker than someone parking in my parking spot. I'm a very competitive parker. And by "white hot rage" I mean I said something like "OOOoooo! I'm so pissed! I am SO VERY ANGRY." There is a note on their windshield, I'll tell you what. So today's theme is justice. Because when I took the garbage out a few minutes ago THEY WERE STILL PARKED THERE!
If There Was Justice In The World
"It's so small. Look at it."
"I know, I think it will fit in the recycle bin, do you want a hand lifting it?"
"It's so tiny.... it was my car and now it's so tiny."
"Well, next time DON'T PARK IN JODI'S PARKING SPOT!"
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam."Hi Bob, it's me."
"What the hell are you calling for? I'm not giving you another dime. You made your bed and you can lie in it"
"Actually I'm calling to tell you that we don't need the lousy $400 in child support anymore. I just won the 30 million dollar lottery jackpot!"
Posted by: Christine | 3 août 2007 20h32
A young boy hears his first social commentary by Grandmaster Melle Mel and never forgets.
"You search for justice and what do you find?
You find just us on the unemployment line
You find just us sweatin from dawn to dusk
There's no justice, it's, huh, just us"
Still true.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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5 août 2007 6h54