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A New Suit
by Bill Tope
"I don't know
what I'd do without laughter,"
Sighed Sally, reflecting back on the
totally
Miserable day she'd had. "You mean,
if you
Couldn't laugh, then you'd cry,"
interpreted
Her friend and roommate Mavis, sitting
with
Sally on the sofa in the great room of
their
Home.
"Exactly," replied Sally,
occupied with
Carefully loading a large bore handgun
with
Ammo." I mean, take today for
example:
I got propositioned by my boss--he put
his
Hands on my rear, do you believe that?--and
I kneed him in the groin. And then
they up
And fired me! What's that all about?"
"Oh my, what happened next?"
"As they were frog-marching me from
the
Premises, I broke out in laughter!
Slightly
Hysterical laughter, it's true, but
laughter none
The less. But, I'm going to even
the score,"
She promised, inserting another bullet
and
Then waving the huge gun before her.
"You need to get an attorney,"
counseled
Mavis. "Already got a lawyer,"
shot back Sally.
"Is he any good? Where did you
find him?"
"He's a retired politician but he
knows his way
Around sexual harassment suits."
What's his name?" asked Mavis.
"Andrew something; Comma, Comino,
Coma,
Something like that. He went to any Ivy
League
School somewhere. He's an A-Lister."
"Good, Baby, sounds like he knows
what he's
Doing. You'll be okay now."
Originally
published in Down in the Dirt Magazine |
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