It’s Saturday. David and I are at the bar, and we’re looking forward to some adult refreshment and face-to-face conversation, a rare pleasure during the pandemic. During this conversation, we will be working with Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt:
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘container.’ Use the word ‘container’ any way you’d like. Or think about a container of some kind and write about it. Enjoy!”
If we were having a beer you and I and Cheryl would be pondering a recent delivery.
“Sorry you had to move your stools, gentlemen, but the instructions say to deliver this to the bar.”
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom, and all that. I didn’t know the Post Office delivered crates that big.”
“Ah, David. You’re not familiar with 108 inches in combined length and girth.”
“And you are, Dan?”
“I worked my way through college by delivering mail and items like this.”
“Would the former ninety-day wonder like to sign for this?”
“Well, I don’t work here, but, what the heck. I’ll sign.”
“What the heck is that?”
“That was going to be our question Cheryl.”
“Why is it here? What am I supposed to do with that? I need a crowbar to open it.”
“I have a prybar in my car, Cheryl. Open a Corona for me, pour David a glass of John Howell’s bourbon and I’ll be right back.”
“Why do you have a prybar in your car, Dan?”
“David, let’s just accept that he does.”
“You’re right, Cheryl. Can you scrounge up a few cherries while you’re back there?”
“Here you go, Cheryl, a Stanley Wonderbar.”
“Thanks Dan, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea for me to start swinging this thing.”
“I’d be happy to open the container.”
“Thanks Dan.”
“David, would you care to help?”
“Happy to, Dan. I’m very curious.”
“Well, I don’t know what’s in it, but I know why it’s here.”
“What are you talking about Dan. It’s a crate. How can you know why it’s here.”
“Look at the postage, Cheryl.”
“That’s odd, it’s not a printed amount, it’s a bunch of stamps.”
“Yes and look at those stamps, Cheryl.”
“A bunch of trains, something that looks like Grand Central Terminal and – a flapper doing the Charleston… wait… is this from Teagan, Dan?”
“I’m sure it is, Cheryl. She’s joining us next week.”
“Next week? No, it can’t be next week.”
“Why not?”
“Skippy’s behind the bar next week. I was hoping to see Teagan.”
“We’re not going to be at the bar, Cheryl.”
“What? Why aren’t we going to be here?”
“Relax, David. We’ll be here, but my guess is we’re going to have too many people to be at the bar.”
“I’m confused, Dan. Open the crate so I can get back to my bourbon and you can explain this.”
“Pineapples?”
“Pineapples, Cheryl. That can only mean one thing.”
“Well, I have to find a place to store these. I’ll catch up with you guys at the bar.”
“Dan, what do those stamps have to do with Teagan?”
“They’re all nineteen-twenties stamps. That can only be a reference to her new book, “Hullaba Lulu,” which, by the way, is why she’s coming.”
“And what, is she going to juggle the pineapples?”
“You need to read the book, David.”
“It’s not available yet, Dan.”
“Soon, David. It will be available soon. Read it and you’ll understand the pineapples.”
“OK boys, the pineapples are safely stored, the lounge is reserved, and it looks like you need another round.”
“Do we need the whole lounge, Cheryl? How many people are coming?”
“It doesn’t matter, David – pandemic protocol – only one party in the lounge at any one time.”
“Stupid virus.”
“Yes, David, but it means we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.”
“Here you go boys, another beer, another splash, a few more cherries. Do you want some food?”
“Ah, um…”
“You stopped at Skooter’s didn’t you Dan?”
“I was in the mood for fish and chips, Cheryl.”
“We have fish and chips on the menu, Dan.”
“I know, but yours are fancy. Signature batter, aioli, and all that.”
“You can have tartar sauce.”
“You don’t have coleslaw.”
“Who has coleslaw with fish and chips?”
“Asked the man with three cherries in his bourbon.”
“Touché, Dan.”
“Besides, Skooter’s coleslaw is amazing and it goes perfectly with fish and chips.”
“Is it served with the fries and fish?”
“No, it’s in a little container on the side.”
“Cheers, Dan.”
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