A Gifting Misstep
“I can buy my own presents! Who do you think you are?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You certainly are! How dare you?” … Continue readingA Gifting Misstep
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“I can buy my own presents! Who do you think you are?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You certainly are! How dare you?” … Continue readingA Gifting Misstep
“Would you like me to come shopping with you?” He picked up a potato chip and popped it into his mouth.
“Yes. Would you like to come shopping with me?” She looked at him and then back down at her soup. … Continue readingA Light Lunch And Some Shopping…
The warmth of the coffee lulled him into a thoughtful abstraction. He looked up at the TV without really seeing it. The red bag came into view and he stirred from his reverie. What’s that headline?
Krampus Strikes Again!
What do they mean ‘again’? … Continue readingKrampus Strikes Again!
You have a nice day, Mr. Wescott. Keep an eye on the sky, huh? … Continue readingKeep An Eye On The Sky, Huh?
Bryce was on his way back from JFK. Chad caught a British Airways flight at 8, leaving Bryce with nothing to do this Thursday morning. He had almost an hour on the train to figure something out. … Continue readingOn The Train From JFK
“Stud? Bryce is a Legendary Stud? Really?”
“That was university time. Now, he is this guy.” Janka patted the book. … Continue readingDilyn’s Party (Part 4)
“What kind of hostess would I be if I let you sit around playing wallflower all night?”
“Okay, what about this guy in the shiny green jacket?”
“Handsome and spoken for.” … Continue readingDilyn’s Party (Part 3)
She grabbed a shrimp cocktail off of a platter on a stand and went to find herself a seat. The upstairs was fairly crowded but she spotted an open seat downstairs. She made for the staircase when she saw that guy again. … Continue readingDilyn’s Party (Part 2)
Chad pointed up at the ceiling above them. They were standing directly under one of the many sprigs of mistletoe their host had scattered around the place. … Continue readingDilyn’s Party (Part 1)
People gathered around the front of the store to watch the two guys in ugly Christmas sweaters performing the Chopsticks dance on the giant floor piano. “Look, Bryce, we’re a hit.” Chad laughed. … Continue readingSmall Business Saturday with Bryce