Monday, December 18, 2006

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

Josh was in a steady rhythm of scooping up snow and throwing it to his side. He heard swooshing slush as a car in the nearby street slowed to a stop. His neighbor, Steve, lowered the passenger-side window of his car and yelled, "The driveway looks good. When are you going to come to my house and shovel mine?"

"I'll shovel your driveway just as soon as you bend over and kiss your own ass." Said Josh.

This was Steve's moment. He hadn't spent all of those years at the Academy of Modern Contortionism for nothing. He hated shoveling snow.

3 comments:

Native Minnow said...

Remember when this was the type of stuff that filled up our notebooks?

But seriously, next time you write a post like this, I want you to doodle something to go along with it. Just like in the good old days.

Native Minnow said...

Oh wow, did I just call going to school in Manila "the good old days"?

Somebody needs to come and examine my head.

Anonymous said...

:)