Friday, October 26, 2018
Talking To A Mop
Taylor: Marcus, sometimes I wonder about you. What kind of a foolishness was this?
Marcus: It wasn't foolishness. Jan got me a new toy and when I tried to take it from her, she whacked me on the nose with it.
Taylor: She did not whack you. She wrestled you for it. You look like a maniac with a death grip on it.
Marcus: It was my toy. I had a right to it. She was just being selfish. I think she wanted to keep it for herself.
Taylor: Of course she wanted to keep it for herself. It's a special mop. When she washed the suv, she nearly fell off the stool because she had to climb on shaky legs so many times. Next time she washes it, she shouldn't have to climb more than twice, hopefully.
Marcus: Well, anyone else would have let me enjoy my new toy and bought another one for herself.
Taylor: But it wasn't your new toy! Oh, never mind. I might as well be talking to a mop.
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