It's been a crazy busy week. I know I sound like a broken record with that line, but tis the season. I'll be by to check in with you all this weekend
Another week...another Wordzzle. I love these things!
Have you been reading these over the past few weeks and thought, "I should give this a try sometime." ? ? ? If you have then there's no better time than the present to jump in and give it a go. Stop by Raven's if you need a little more encouragement. I'm sure she'll tell you there's always room for one more.
Ten Word Challenge: follow-up, buffalo wings, silversmith, furniture, as the crow flies, little red roadster, photograph, pencil pusher, argument, streaking
And for the Mini Challenge: Ireland, mashed potatoes, book worm, fog horn, T.S. Eliot
The ten word:
Poor Barnaby, all his life he'd been viewed as the geeky little pencil pusher born to the town's silversmith. No more he vowed! No longer would the argument be made that he was as forgettable as a piece of discarded furniture.
His plan was to "borrow" the mayor's little red roadster and drive it throughout this stinking conservative town of Buffalo. Wings were the only thing that would carry him faster than this car, but he would have to force himself to take it easy, a slow methodical pace was what he sought. Although the trip across town was only about two miles as the crow flies, Barnaby's plan would take him on a meandering drive along every single street he could think of.
By itself stealing the mayors car would be daring enough, but this young lad had another twist in mind. Since the roadster was a convertible, he decided in order to really get people's attention, he'd perform his little joy ride butt naked! To follow-up his ambitious stunt he would then park the car at city hall and and be seen streaking across the parking lot and into the courthouse, where he was sure to be arrested.
He really didn't care what the ramifications of his actions were though. This would be a day he could tell his grand children about, (that is provided his father let him live long enough to actually see his later years.)
Well the fateful day arrived, and everything went just as he had planned, right down to the arrest. The local news showed up to catch the story and the next day's paper had a photograph of Barnaby with the following headline:
"Geek's streak, lands bare butt in a sling!"
Looking up from his bowl of mashed potatoes, Eli shouted out at the level of a foghorn, "You don't know the difference between a heart worm and a book worm. T.S. Elliot wasn't born in Ireland, he was born in America!"
I couldn't believe it. Here we were sitting in a pub in Ireland and what were we eating? Buffalo wings of all things! I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but for some reason that was not it. Some sort of mashed potato concoction perhaps, but no matter, we followed-up our spicy snack with a couple more pints and all was right with the planet once again.
Looking around the room, I was struck by a photograph of T. S. Elliot hanging on one of the walls. What caught my eye was the frame. It was like a fine piece of furniture. the hand crafted walnut was adorned by the exquisite works of a local silversmith. The combination made an otherwise ordinary photo of a book worm, extraordinary.
My buddy saw me admiring the craftsmanship before me and proceeded to start a mock argument. "That's not art. Look, this is what I'm talking about!"
As I looked to where he was pointing, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. There on the wall behind the bar was a photo of about a dozen women streaking across a soccer field after Ireland's win over Spain a few years earlier. No one would ever accuse my buddy of being a meager little pencil pusher.
Just then we heard the foghorn outside bellow out. This signaled that it was time for us to hop into our rented little red roadster and head for our next destination. It was only about fifty miles away as the crow flies, but with all the twisty, turny roads it would easily feel like double that.
"Come on mate," I said, "time to roll!"