Flappy Is Back! Rather Step On A Tack!

So Pat was out and about, it was not the cat this time without a doubt. I would run in fear if such a voice perked up my ear. Heck, I'd run at first sight. Her make up drenched face is such a fright. Plus that smell, not sure how some think it is swell. Anyway, on with it at my bay. He was at a store and there she was coming in the door.

"I have not seen you in ages. Are you still working at the same place, are you still, are you still...."

Ever get someone who asked a question but it seems like a suggestion? Then they expect you to answer while they ask more and more, making you want to hit them in the face with the door?

"What have you been doing? Are you still at that place? I know you must be. How is your life? What..."

Ear plugs were in the store somewhere. They could have helped to stop her blare. I think Pat would need three for each ear the way she gave a cheer.

"I may come back. it is a great place. Why didn't you call? We could have came back? Why has it been so long? Why....'

I know what you are saying, Pat already went through paying, so why not leave already as her questions come steady? It was hard when she blocked the whole damn door and at that time there were no others around as she continued to roar. You'd think someone else would come along wanting her out of the way as she sung her song all damn day.

"Oh that is such a good price on apples. I must get a few bags of them. Do you like apples? Do you know they are good for you? I could eat apples all day."

I'd like to shove one in your yap and push you out of the way. It was thought but Pat reframed from such a plot. After all, why waste a perfectly good apple on a Flappy call?

"I think I need a cart.  Why didn't I get a cart? Do you use a cart? They can be so helpful. I think I'll get a cart."

Damn! What an old annoying fart. Someone needs to stick her in a cart. Then push her out in traffic to play. That would get her out of the way.

"Well I must go get my cart. I hope you use a cart for heavy things. I always use a cart for heavy things. I may be back soon. Expect a call at work. Now I must go get a cart."

Yes, she finally got the hell out of the way. And guess what? She got a cart from the cart bay. Wow! Isn't that something now? You would think she was too insane to drive the thing in the short bus lane. Pat walked really fast out of there and away from that Flappy lass. I am just so glad it was not my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.