Monday, November 23, 2009
I Like Shouting
“Stop shouting at me,” Lola shouted at Richard, at the top of her dainty lungs, “you’ll have airport security coming down on us in a nano second!”
“I’m not “shouting” at you!” Richard shouted back, his dark hair trembling above his forehead, as if his head were an earthquake.
“You ARE shouting, don’t tell me your not.”
“OK, but I’m not shouting AT you, I’m shouting NEAR you.”
He quickly glanced around the crowded airport terminal gate, and although everyone was looking at them as he and Lola shouted back and forth at one another, he didn’t yet see a security guard in the vicinity.
“I love you, Lola…I love shouting NEAR you.” he fumed, reaching into his pocket for a Rolaid.
posted on my blog on Wednesday, May 13, 2009
“I’m not “shouting” at you!” Richard shouted back, his dark hair trembling above his forehead, as if his head were an earthquake.
“You ARE shouting, don’t tell me your not.”
“OK, but I’m not shouting AT you, I’m shouting NEAR you.”
He quickly glanced around the crowded airport terminal gate, and although everyone was looking at them as he and Lola shouted back and forth at one another, he didn’t yet see a security guard in the vicinity.
“I love you, Lola…I love shouting NEAR you.” he fumed, reaching into his pocket for a Rolaid.
posted on my blog on Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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