Quick humor

The Neighbor & The Fallen Mailbox

One of our neighbor’s mailboxes is down. While we were out driving to run errands earlier today, I spotted the blue metal box laying morosely in the snow, grumbling to itself. Peering closely, I could see the tire tracks that went ever so slightly off road. The car, I could see, somehow missed the adjoining neighbor’s mailbox by an inch, and then struck ol’ blue, minding his own business. Wooden pole? What wooden pole. Gone!

The irony? There was a “Slow Down In Our Neighborhood” sign on the other side of the blue mailbox. Guess they didn’t see it.

For some reason, I found this all quite hilarious. And I wanted to share. Don’t worry–ol’ blue will be just fine.

I am still querying at the moment for my second novel, GOTD. Best of wishes to everyone in their writing and creative journeys. Cheers.

Mr. Reginald Swinebottom Presents...

Reginald Swinebottom Presents: The Author & The Terrible Tale of Traffic (Act I) (Humor)

Audience is seated and conversation is humming. The lights dim and Mr. Swinebottom walks on stage eagerly, holding his script. He is greeted with loud, vigorous applause and whistles. He smiles and pauses mid-stage for a moment, basking in the glow of the flattery. He catches himself and ducks behind the podium, arranging his script. Taking out his glasses, he unfolds them and perches them precisely on the edge of his nose. Clearing his throat, he clicks on his reading light and begins speaking.

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman, and welcome to another Reginald Swinebottom presents. I am your narrator, Mr. Swinebottom himself. Let’s begin tonight’s story, shall we? It all takes place, one late afternoon, on a most trying commute home from work…”

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