The Sheep Takes The High Road.

Setting: The local grocery store in The Sheep's small town. It is 6:30 p.m. and a tired Sheep is wrapping up her day by checking out her meager purchases which may or may not sustain her for the week. Among these is the latest Stephen King paperback. We join this little playlet just as Prom Queen Checkout Girl is scanning the book and comments about it to Rebel Bad Boy Bagger Dude:

PQCG: (in the high pitched, hyper speed voice preferred by young females when in the presence of young, macho-type dudes...sometimes used by middle-aged Sheep as well, but not tonight) OmiGOD!!! This guy is like, so scary!

RBBBD: Yeah. He's, like, from Maine, you know.

PQCG: Like, I know! He's got this wicked big scary house someplace...I think it's, like, in Kennebunkport...

Sheepish Annie: No, dear. That's the former president. Stephen King's house is in Bangor.

RBBBD: Yeah. He's, like, so scary 'cause he had to grow up in the boonies 'n all.

PQCG: Nooooooo. Bangor's not, like, the boonies.

RBBBD: All of Maine is the boonies.

There is no response from the Sheep nor from the PQCG. RBBBD takes this to mean that his little witicism has gone unheard.

RBBBD: You know, 'cause like ALL of Maine is the boonies. Heh, heh.

SA opens her mouth to say, "Well dear, you are certainly welcome to move at the earliest opportunity. I will even come help you pack since, judging from the state of my groceries, that is not exactly one of your strengths." She then remembers that it has been an extraordinarily long day and that, perhaps, she is responding out of fatigue rather than a true desire to storm into the home of a strange high school student and begin flinging his belongings into various suitcases and duffles. She chooses instead to keep her silence and hope that her reward will be one or two undamaged items in the bags at transaction's end.

She does, however, fail to return his, "have a nice evening." She has felt a little guilty about that ever since. But it is nothing she won't get over.

Normally Friday is my blogging respite night during the school year as my brain tends to shut down for a short period at week's end. But since my school had it's Open House last night, I missed my regular Thursday rant. Well, I did rant, but not in blog form. Open House night is a long one...

A pleasant Friday to all and to all a good night. I'm going to go knit on my Chevron Stripes Towel, eat some slightly squished chocolates and perhaps bed down early with a good book.

Stephen King is scary. But in a good way...

SA