Joe offered to host our writing group. He is big hearted, impossible not to like. We had never been to his condo. He opened the door wearing his usual huge smile The place smelled of pepper jack cheese. Piles of nail clippings and navel lint covered the floor. Refreshments were stale pork rinds and coffee that tasted like nursing home bath water..For no reason, Joe yodeled at regular intervals. His bathroom door was open. We kept our distance. Joe asked for quarters for the washer. He was out of clean underwear.
Mary had to use the bathroom. Seconds later, we heard screams. Joe admitted there was a plumbing problem.
Afterward, we shook hands at the door. Outside, the police were arresting some guy who may have slugged a family member. On each of our cars a business card was stuck on the wiper advertising hookah pipes.
I really enjoyed Joe's turtle paintings, but his asking price was out of my range.
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