|
No Deposit Car Insurance in
the Bedroom
Fourteen days ago, I wandered the streets in search of something
with meaning. I can’t tell you exactly what I was looking for, but I
was looking really hard. I wandered into a pet store and petted the
puppies on display in the window. How much was that doggie in the
window? I don’t know, I never asked. I don’t want a puppy and if I
did, I would adopt one from the shelter. I hate cats, so I didn’t
even look at the large selection they had in the back of the store.
Later, when I was hungry, I stopped by a diner
for lunch. The food was delivered to me hot and I always enjoy a
good, hot meal. I was tempted to order dessert, but since my belt
was already starting to feel snug on my waist, I passed on any
treats. I paid my bill and headed back out to the bright sunshine,
unaware of what was about to happen.
As I passed a tavern, I could hear the cheers from the patrons as
they watched the latest sporting event on TV. It appeared the
hometown team was winning by the loud ruckus coming from the open
door. I don’t know which game was on, but it didn’t matter to me
anyway. I’m not a sport fan and don’t follow any teams.
When I came to the corner of the block, I met a pretty young woman
who asked me to come to her flat and help her look for her no
deposit car insurance policy. I’ve never heard that pick-up line
before, so I followed her down the street to her building. Once
inside, the woman locked the front door and turned to face me. She
had a wicked smile and announced she thought her no deposit car
insurance paperwork may have fallen under the bed. She asked me to
have a look and as I knelt alongside the bed, she ran her fingers
through my hair. The no deposit car insurance policy wasn’t there
and I told her so.
She thought for a moment and decided it may be in between the sheets
of her bed. She pulled back the covers and hopped onto the sheets.
She squirmed around for a while and announced that there was no sign
of her no deposit car insurance in the sheets either. She stayed in
the bed, however, and arched her back as she told me to look behind
the sofa. I looked behind the couch and low and behold it was there.
She hopped up out of bed and took the paper from me. She then told
me to get out of her apartment. The woman said she no longer
required my services and I must leave immediately. I felt hurt as I
walked down the street alone. I was hoping she would cook me a meal
and run her fingers through my hair one more time.
Copyright Ian Hart
2010 |
