Yesterday, I was convinced it was Saturday. It’s been one of those weeks. But today is the real Saturday. I know that because I’m sitting at the bar with David and we’re about to place our usual Saturday order. We’re going to sit here on a ay that feels like summer is coming back for an encore and toast each other’s good sense and think about Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “joke.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
I like how Linda always ends her prompts with “Have fun!”
“Good afternoon, Dan.”
“Hi, David. I guess Curley is outside on the patio.”
“What is the overwhelming desire of people to sit outside when it’s over eighty degrees*.”
“I suppose it’s a last fling. It won’t be long before they pack the umbrellas away and stack the tables in the corner.”
“Have you started any fall cleanup projects yet?”
“I’m pruning the bushes along the driveway, hopefully for the last time.”
“Those are forsythias, right?”
“Mostly. There’s a couple mulberry bushes in the mix.”
“When did you become so knowledgeable about plants, Dan?”
“Since I downloaded one of those apps that let’s you take a picture of something, and it identifies it.”
“So, you don’t really know if it’s a mulberry bush, do you?”
“No. I guess I don’t. I’m not sure I care, either.”
“Hey guys. Sorry to leave you high and dry. The patio is hopping today.”
“We were about to come around and pour our own, Curley.”
“You’d never figure out the system.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Curley. Dan spent half his life building things like that.”
“You think you could work this thing, Dan?”
“If I had to pour my own beer, I wouldn’t bother to pay for it. I can work the tap handle.”
“That’s funny. I guess the owner’s the only one who cares about working the system. They trained me for a full day.”
“It’s a matter of priorities, Curley.”
“Right. Here’s your Modelo draft, Dan, and here’s your glass of John Howell’s Bourbon, David.”
“Um…”
“I’ll be back with the snifter of seltzer and the glass of ice. Help yourself to some cherries from that tray of garnishes. I was cutting lime slices before the patio erupted.”
“Cheers, Dan. Now, back to the mulberry bush. Aren’t you worried about being wrong?”
“Why would I be?”
“What if you told someone and they looked and said, ‘that’s not a mulberry bush, it’s a boxwood.’ Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?”
“No.”
“Are you joking? You wouldn’t mind being called out for being wrong?”
“Well, who would this hypothetical person be? I mean why would I care?”
“What if it was me?”
“You? You wouldn’t know a mulberry from a raspberry.”
“Hypothetically.”
“Look, will it make you happy if I say yes? I mean, if I say yes, can we talk about something else, like maybe baseball?”
“We can NOT talk about baseball!”
“Oh, that’s right. You’re a Red Sox fan. Well, maybe the Blue Jays will dispatch the Yankees.”
“I wouldn’t want that to happen, Dan.”
“Why not? You don’t like the Yankees.”
“You shouldn’t care one way or the other. I mean, you’re a Pirates fan.”
“I have friends in Toronto. In fact, Linda Hill wrote about attending a baseball game with her son Alex a couple months ago.”
“Well, when my team loses, I like the team that beats them to win it all. That way we’re just one of several teams that lost to the best.”
“Well, when you lose as many games as the Pirates did this season, it’s hard to keep up with who you should root for.”
“So, you don’t care?”
“Correct, I don’t care.”
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