Weekend Writing Prompt — Zany

“It has to be the Three Stooges,” Dave said.

“Nah, they weren’t zany,” Chuck said, “they were slapstick. “I’m going with the Marx Brothers.”

“Oh yeah,” Dave countered, “what about Abbott and Costello or Laurel and Hardy?”

“Monty Python was the very definition of zany,” Chuck said.

“The Smothers Brothers.”

“Martin and Lewis.”

“Donald Trump.”

“He’s not zany. He’s just plain crazy.”

(62 words)

Written for this week’s Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox, where the word is “zany.” Who do you think was (or is) the zaniest comedy team?

Where the Sun Doesn’t Shine

“I’m so pissed,” Ted said as he walked through the front door. “I’ve spent 35 years busting my hump for that damn firm and this is the way they recognize me?”

“Oh dear,” Angie said. “I guess your retirement luncheon didn’t go well.”

Ted walked over and handed a small box to his wife. “Look at what that fugal bastard gave me as a retirement gift.” Angie opened the box and looked up at her husband.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting a fucking Rolex, but a thirty dollar Timex watch? Are you kidding me?” Ted said. “I went up to my boss afterwards and said, ‘Seriously, this is it?’ You know what he said?”


“He said the company has taken a financial hit since the pandemic started and that I needed to refine my expectations.”

“But didn’t you tell me that the company’s stock just reached an all-time high?” Angie asked.

“Yes,” Ted said, “but the CEO, who is like the prince of darkness, and his senior team and major shareholders, are the only ones who are lining their pockets. They’re buying Rolexes while treating the rest of us like cheap Timex watches.”

“I’m so sorry, Ted,” Angie said. “I know how disappointed you must be.”

“Give me that watch,” Ted said. “I’m going to wrap it up and send it back to my boss and tell him to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.

Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (frugal), Word of the Day Challenge (watch), Your Daily Word Prompt (refine), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (darkness).

MLMM Saturday Mix — Plan B

“That bitch really knows how to make an entrance,” Gregg said. “Look at the way she’s sashaying around the room and sticking her hand out to make sure everyone can see her engagement ring. You’d think she’d wait a respectable amount of time after we got divorced before she comes waltzing in here flashing that diamond and telling everyone that she’s getting married to that young gigolo hanging on her arm.”

“Calm down, Gregg,” Ellen said. “I’m sure she’s making a show of it because you’re here with me, the home wrecker, as she calls me. After all, the reason you two aren’t together anymore is because she found about our affair. This is just her way of getting retribution.”

“Well I don’t like it,” Gregg said. “It’s humiliating.”

“Be the bigger person, Gregg,” Ellen suggested. “Let’s go over and say hello to the happy couple, congratulate the two of them, and wish them well. Be nonchalant, and let her think that it’s no skin off your nose that she’s marrying that jerk.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Ellen,” Gregg said. “Besides, you’re younger, prettier, sexier, and smarter than she is and I’m easily better looking than he is. She’ll be mortified.

“Or maybe you and I should just go back to your place for some hot and steamy sex,” Ellen said. “All your talk about how pretty, sexy, and smart I am has gotten me a bit worked up.”

“I like your plan B, Ellen,” Gregg said, and the two headed hand in hand for the exit.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix — Opposing Forces. The idea is to use the two sets of opposing words in our response: “divorced” and “married,” and “exit” and “entrance.”

SoCS — Containers

My wife said, “We need to organize our kitchen cabinets. We need to get some food storage containers.”

“Okay,” I said, “let’s go to the Container Store.”

“Are you serious?” she said. “There’s a pandemic going on. We should order containers online.”

“Okay,” I said, and picked up my iPhone and logged on to Amazon. “How many containers do you want me to order?”

She said, “One container for sugar, one container for flour, one container for rice, one container for your dry cereal, one container for my oatmeal, one container for raisins, one container for pasta, one container for coffee, one container for mixed nuts, one container for cookies, one container for M&Ms, one container for gummies, one container for….”

“Okay,” I interrupted. “You need to contain yourself.”

My wife groaned, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.

“Here. I’m going to order this set of 16 containers of various sizes,” I said, handing her my iPhone for her to look at.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” she said. “That should be enough containers to get us started.”

“Ordered,” I said. “They’ll be delivered on Monday.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Our assignment is to use the word “container” any way we’d like. Or think about a container of some kind and write about it.