Thursday, April 21, 2011
Internal Cussing – Z to A Blog Challenge
Later, as a Corrections Officer I learned all kinds of new words.
But a mouse (a rodent, not a computer device) is what caught the Avon lady’s attention. The varmint (mouse not the lady) had the run of the house. None of my ancient traps worked so I set a shiny new black trap and waited.
That fateful day, the Avon lady rang my doorbell. Since I did not know her well, we traded comments about the weather and sat erectly on the sofa. Think gloves and china teacups, okay?
From the kitchen, I heard a SNAP!
I jumped to my feet and yelled, “Hot Damn. Nailed the little bastard.”
Her expression holds a permanent place in my memory. She left and avoided my house thereafter.
In fact, the neighbors avoided me for months. You know how those Avon ladies get around.