Happy first Saturday in December, and 18 days until Christmas. Maybe I should have led with Pearl Harbor Day. It’s been cold here. Morning temperatures this week around the time I usually walk have been in the neighborhood of 16°f (-9°c). Daytime highs have been in the 30s (f). Still, David and I feel the need for a cold brew or a glass of ice next to our bourbon. And we’ll do our best to take care of Linda’s prompt.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “stop me if you’ve heard this one.” Write whatever comes to mind when you think of the prompt. Enjoy!
Stream of Consciousness Saturday by Linda G. Hill.
If we were having a beer, you’d be angry with me.
“Good afternoon, David. How are you?”
“Don’t start, Dan. I’ve already told Cheryl I’m mad at you and I added that you’re paying for these drinks, regardless of the cost.”
“I was paying anyway, David, and you drink John Howell’s Bourbon, a.k.a. the most expensive bourbon this bar carries.”
“But it’s so good, Dan. Hey, don’t try to change the subject. I’m mad at you.”
“Why?”
“As if you don’t know.”
“Well, I don’t know. I know what you’re drinking. Dan, I assume you’re having a Modelo. What did you do to David?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say I put my books on sale.”
“That’s like saying we had a little trouble in Hawaii eighty-three years ago.”
“Lemmi guess. David finally broke down and bought your books, and then you put them on sale.”
“No, Cheryl. I gave David copies of my books when they came out. He’s upset…”
“He’s upset – I’m upset because Dan sat here last week and listened to me complain about all the money grubbing offers being put forth as ‘Sales of a Lifetime’, knowing full well he was trying to do that very thing,”
“But my books really are on sale, David. You could save over fifty percent, if you were buying the Kindle version.”
“That’s neither here nor there, Dan. The point is you should have told me.”
“I didn’t think it mattered, since you already have the books. Can we move onto something pleasant?”
“What? Like the weather?”
“At least we’re not in Buffalo.”
“That’s true, Dan, but it’s cold for early December, and we’ve had snow.”
“We have. I assume your crew took care of that. Do you call them David’s Mafia, the way Buffalo does?”
“I should, given what they charge me. I suppose you did yours yourself.”
“I love that job!”
“Yeah, well you’re not wrapped to tight, Dan.”
“Did you put your Christmas lights up before it snowed?”
“I did!”
“Wait, I was coming over to see if you guys want another round, or some food. Did you say you put your Christmas lights up, David? In this cold?”
“Cheryl, this is David. Need I remind you.”
“Oh, right. ‘I put my lights up’ means he hired someone to put them up.”
“Not just someone, I’ve been using the same people for the past twenty years.”
“Ladders or a bucket truck?”
“Ladders, Dan. They’d have to drive a truck across the lawn.”
“Heavens to Betsy, we can’t have that.”
“What about you, Dan? Did you get your lights up?”
“No. I would have put them up, but it snowed. I only put lights on one tree, the one at the end of the ramp, but it’s holding onto the snow.”
“Do you plan to clear it off?”
“Oh, I can wait. I’m long past being in a hurry to decorate for Christmas.”
“Where’d you get your tree from this year, Dan?”
“The attic. Right where I left it in January.”
And, of course, the ultimate in “Stop me if you’ve heard this one,” but I have a book promotion going.
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