So . . . I had the foresight to save my yard sign from the 2008 election. JLA, with whom I hardly see eye-to-eye on political matters, wouldn't let me put it up until he got his own yard sign. Petty? Yes, but I'm old enough to realize that little straight boys sometimes need to be indulged lest they pitch hissy fits. And I have no tolerance for hissy fits.
When
My front-yard drama wasn't over. Clapping broke through the sound of windblown leaves. Bewildered, I glanced around. Our neighbor, a retired railroad worker, was standing on his porch across the road, apparently watching my show. "Way to go!" he called out.
The next act has yet to be written. But it will be when JLA gets home from work.
4 comments:
You should write that as m/m. A hilarious story as they each try to take out the other's signs in creative ways with the neighbors cheering each on. :-)
Too bad I couldn't get it pubbed before the election. :)
How did it turn out when he got home?!?
As soon as he pulled into the driveway, he straightened his damned sign. I came outside and called him a dick. He laughed at me. LAUGHED! So I tried pinching him in sensitive places, but since he's a lot bigger and stronger than I am, that tack failed. I issued a final warning, and he laughed again.
The End.
For now.
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