Barbecue Phone

“If you don’t put that mobile phone down,” Bobby’s mother said to her 17-year-old son, “I’m going to throw it away. You’re spending far too much time online doing who knows what.”

“Oh yeah, bitch, “Bobby yelled angrily at his mother. “Well you’re gonna have to pry it from my cold, dead hands if you want to take it away from me.”

“Don’t you dare talk with me that way,” she said, and in one swift move she grabbed the cellphone from Bobby’s hand and tossed it into the waste basket.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Bobby yelled as he ran toward the waste basket.

But before he could get there, Bobby’s father, who had heard the whole argument, reached into the waste basket, pulled the phone out, held it up, and said, “Is this what you’re looking for. I know just what to do with this, hearing the words that came out of your mouth. This pattern of behavior has to stop now. Bobby’s father headed out to the backyard and tossed the cellphone onto the hot charcoals of the barbecue that he was getting ready to grill steaks on.Neither Bobby nor his father were expecting the big explosion after the cellphone caught fire. Fortunately, his mother was quick to bring out a fire extinguisher from the kitchen to quell the fire, but by then Bobby’s cell phone was burned to a crisp.


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (mobile and basket), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (online), Your Daily Word Prompt (pry), Word of the Day Challenge (pattern), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (charcoal).

A Day Off

03971EAB-291A-4E71-B80F-94782688D4D1My blogging buddy, Jim Adams, wrote in his Song Lyric Sunday prompt post last night that, “Nothing says Father’s Day like a backyard barbecue, family, beer and some good eating. All dads love to grill, so get some hearty cuts of meat or maybe lobster tails.”

Well, Jim is 100% correct. And since I’m a father and today is Father’s Day — at least in the U.S. — my grown kids are coming over to pay homage to their old man. And as a dad who loves to grill, I’m going to be spending a good number of hours grilling at least four full racks of baby back ribs and half a dozen ears of corn out on the backyard Weber grill.

I really want to be present for and with my wife and kids today, so I’m taking the day off from my blog. No more posts (probably) after this one. And I most likely won’t have time to read all of your wonderful posts. At least not during the day today.

But I shall return tomorrow. In the meantime, I hope all you dads out there have a great Father’s Day today, even if that’s not a holiday in your part of the world. Give your kids — and your spouse or significant other — big hugs.

SoCS — The Grilling

SONY DSCFor today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we are asked to use the word “grill” in our stream of consciousness post.

How appropriate for Memorial Day weekend, right? I will be grilling steaks, burgers, and fish on Monday and I’m really looking forward to it. But I figure that most everyone will be writing abour how they are planning to be out with their grills on their decks or patios or at the park or the beach grilling up a storm.

So just to be different, I thought I’d write a brief tale about a dysfunctional couple involving an apparently justifiable lack of trust. Here goes.


“Late again, I see,” Betsy said when Jack walked through the front door.

Jack sighed, knowing what he was in for. “Dan’s meeting ran late and then traffic on the thruway was a bitch,” Jack said.

“Don’t lie to me Jack,” Betsy said. “I tried calling your cellphone but I got that damn message that you were driving and couldn’t answer.”

“My iPhone does that automatically when it senses that I’m driving in a car,” Jack explained.

“I know you can override that, Jack. So where were you really?” Betsy said.

“I swear, Betsy, Dan’s meeting ran long, and you know how bad traffic can be on a Friday night,” Jack said.

“Oh really? What was the meeting about?” Betsy wanted to know. “Who was in it? Any females?”

“Yes, of course there were females in the meeting. Half of Dan’s staff is made up of women.”

“So who did you sit next to at this long meeting? Was it Carolyn? What did you talk about?” Betsy asked. “And did you give her a ride home from this supposed meeting? She only lives about half a mile from here, right?”

“Jesus, Betsy, I can’t stand it when you grill me like this almost every time I come home from work even a few minutes late,” Jack said. “I’ve had it with this shit. I’m going to the pub for a few beers to give you time to calm down. You need to get a hold of yourself by the time I get back in a couple of hours.”

And with that, Jack turned around and walked out of the house. He got in his car and pulled away, burning some rubber in the process. After driving a few blocks, he pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the car’s engine. He picked up his cellphone and punched in a number.

When the call was answered, he said, “Dan, this is Jack. Betsy’s getting suspicious.”