“Come on over and have a seat kids,” Uncle Matt said to his niece and nephew. “Did I ever tell you about the time that…”
Bobby cut his uncle off. “I’m sorry, Uncle Matt, but Betty and I have to be someplace. Maybe you can tell us about whatever you were going to tell us when we get back.”
“Sure kids,” Uncle Matt said. “It can wait until the two of you return.
Bobby and Betty grabbed their jackets and ran outside. “Phew,” said Betty. “That was quick thinking.”
“No way I was going to sit through another one of Uncle Matt’s long, incoherent stories about something he did in his ‘prime,’” said Bobby.
“I know,” Betty said. “His stories meander from one thing to another and go on forever. And he goes into so much unnecessary detail. I think he’s, like, anile.
“Anile?” Bobby said. “Do you mean that his stories meander like the Nile River?”
“No,” Betty responded. “I mean anile, as in both anal and senile.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “meander.”