Time To Write — Throwing a Few Curves

img_1788“But…” Henry said, looking at the meeting agenda that the ushers handed out as he and his girlfriend, Jessie, entered the city council chamber.

“But what?” Jessie asked.

“I was supposed to be the third speaker on the agenda,” Henry said. “But my name is missing from the list of speakers. It’s not there at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Henry insisted, pointing to the piece of paper that showed who was scheduled to speak before the city council that night.

“And you’re sure you were supposed to speak at tonight’s meeting?” Jessie asked.

“Yes,” Henry answered, unable to hide his annoyance. When he spotted the council chairman walking up to the stage, Henry jumped up and ran over to the chairman. Jessie witnessed them having what seemed to be a heated discussion before Henry returned to his seat.

“So?” Jessie asked.

“Get you’re coat, we’re leaving,” Henry said. “That bastard threw me quite a curve tonight by taking my topic off the agenda without so much as a text message to let me know.”

“I’m so sorry, babe,” Jessie said sympathetically, “but if we go back to my place now, I think I can put throwing a few curves your way on my agenda.

“And you,” Henry said, a broad grin lighting up his face, “have all the right curves in all the right places.”


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt using the three words, agenda, curve, and speaker,” and for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are asked to start our post with any three-letter word. I used “but.”

SoCS — Sup?

5FFE8A1F-4875-4D2B-933F-CAB2DF5EB443Sup, dude?” Dwight greeted his brother, Howard.

“Not much, I suppose,” Howard replied.

“Did you bring the supplies?” Dwight asked.

“Of course I did,” Howard said.

“That’s superb,” Dwight said. “I promised Dad that we could get this finished in time for us to be home for supper and that our work would be superior.”

“I don’t know,” said Howard. “I’d say it’s more of a tossup that we’ll be finished before dark.”

“Damn, Howard,” Dwight said, “you gotta suppress such negativity. I brought some vitamin supplements just in case we need an energy boost.

“Yeah,” Howard said, apologetically. “You’re right, Dwight. As long as they ain’t the suppository type that you gotta shove up your ass, I’ll support you all the way.”

“That’s super, dude,” Dwight said. “Marsupial.”

“What did you say?” Howard asked.

“I don’t know,” Dwight admitted. “That word just popped into my head.”

“Whatever,” Howard said. “I’m gonna play some songs on my iPhone. You feel like listening to the Supremes while we work?”

“Sure, dude,” Dwight said. “I’m a superfan of Diana Ross.”


Written for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday from Linda G. Hill. Linda’s challenge this week is to “use ‘sup’ as a word or find a word that contains it.”

SoCS — Jeers to Cheers

D4EF05E5-CF92-40F5-831D-E248237B230FLinda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week is “cheers.”

When I first read the prompt, my mind got stuck on the TV show Cheers, a great and very popular half-hour sitcom, which ran for eleven seasons from September 1982 through May 1993.

F67EA43F-907A-4BEE-A9CC-5608F9BA0321An eclectic ensemble of actors portrayed the regular patrons of a Boston bar, Cheers, who shared their experiences and lives with each other while drinking or working at the bar “where everybody knows your name.”

My wife and I loved that show and when we decided to visit Boston one year, high on our agenda was a visit to the Cheers bar. Little did we know that, while the show reused the same exterior shots in Boston for nearly every episode, the interior shots of the bar were filmed with a live studio audience at Paramount Studios in Los Angeles.

It turned out that the name of the bar in Boston where all the exterior shots were taken wasn’t even Cheers. The bar’s name was actually the Bull & Finch Pub!

What a disappointment it was to walk into what we thought was the Cheers bar that we had come to know and love on TV only to find a place that was totally unfamiliar to us. And the food wasn’t very good, either.

So jeers to Cheers.

SoCS — Dinner Reservations

1F089DFA-D925-49EE-903A-5942AF2892FBMy wife was waiting for me near the entrance to the restaurant after I had dropped her off and parked the car. “I’m really excited to be here. I read about it in the paper and people are raving. Thank you so much for taking me here on my birthday.”

“I knew you wanted to try this place, so I made reservations several months ago,” I told her. She squeezed my hand as we walked into the restaurant, which was packed. I looked at my watch and saw that we were a few minutes early. “Wait here,” I said to her. “I’m going to check with the hostess on the status of our table.”

When I got to the hostess’ desk, I said, “The Wheeler party is here.”

She tapped on the screen of her iPad and then looked up at me. “You said ‘Wheeler?’” I nodded. “How many in your party?” she asked.

“Two,” I said. She tapped on her iPad again.

“For what time?” she asked.

“Eight o’clock,” I answered.

“Do you have a reservation?” she asked.

“Yes, of course I have a reservation. I made it two months ago.”

She tapped yet again on her iPad and then looked up at me apologetically and said, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Wheeler, but I can’t find your reservation. Are you sure it was for tonight?”

“Of course I’m sure,” I said, a tone of indignation creeping into my voice. “Today is my wife’s birthday. When I made the reservation two months ago, I told them that and asked them to arrange for a special dessert for the occasion.”

“Would you excuse me for just a moment,” she said and headed back toward the kitchen.

My wife came over and asked me if there was a problem. “They don’t seem to have our reservation in their system,” I said. “I’m sure it’s just a glitch.”

“Oh, I hope they find it,” she said. “I’ll be so disappointed if we can’t eat here tonight.”

At that moment, a man came out, followed by the hostess who had been unable to find my reservation. He reached out to shake my hand. “I’m Henri, Mr. Wheeler,” he said with a slight French accent. “I am the owner and head chef. There has apparently been a mistake with your reservation, but if you’ll be patient with us, we can have a table ready for you in 20 to 30 minutes. Please have a seat at the bar while you’re waiting for your table and enjoy complementary cocktails for yourself and your lovely wife. And for your troubles, dessert will be on the house tonight. Is this satisfactory?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Très bien,” he said. “Lynn, our hostess, will escort you to the bar.”

Once my wife and I were situated at the bar and had been served our drinks, she leaned over and gave me a kiss, telling me how delighted she was that we would be eating at this restaurant and pleased that the reservation mess got straightened out.

“Yeah, me too,” I said, not mentioning to her that I had completely forgotten about her birthday until late that afternoon and had never made reservations at the restaurant.


Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. The prompt is the word “reservation.”

SoCS — All About the Noun

F20C39CA-980F-45B7-B94B-481B7FB740DCNouns: you can’t live with them, you can’t live without them. Am I right, or what?

Nouns are words used to identify any of a class of people, places, or things. And while necessary, nouns mostly just sit there. In and of themselves, they don’t do much. Well, except for pronouns like “you” and “me,” “her” and “him,” “them” and “us.” I take pronouns personally.

But when it comes right down to it, I prefer verbs over nouns. Verbs are words used to describe an action, state, or occurrence. Verbs do things while nouns just hang out waiting for verbs to do things to, with, on, or around them.

Take the sentence, “He ate my ice cream.” The words “he,” “my,” and “ice cream” are nouns. (Well, technically, in this sentence the word “ice” might be considered an adjective, as it’s describing a type of cream. It’s ice cream and not sour cream or whipped cream. That said, “ice” can also be a noun, as in “Do you have any ice?”)

But I digress. The key to this sentence is not who did what to whom, but what action was done. He ate my ice cream. He could have done other things to my ice cream, like dropped it or melted it or tossed it. But he ate it. And for that act, I hate him. I really wanted to eat that ice cream myself, dammit.

So be aware, nouns, you may be the subject of — and even the object of — nearly every sentence, but it’s verbs where the action is.

And not to pile on, nouns, but it’s adjectives that make you interesting. It’s adjectives that give you color and size and depth and personality. Without adjectives, nouns, you’re kinda boring and lifeless. And without verbs, you ain’t doing much of anything.


Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. The challenge is to simply to start your post with a noun.