“I told you he was a snake oil salesman, Ethel. Didn’t I?”
“You said something like that.”
“I said something exactly like that.”
“Well, I didn’t know what charlatan meant, you can’t blame me.”
“Someone selling free HBO for life in front of the Jewel? Course it didn’t work when you got home!”
“He seemed so honest, Cheryl.”
“All quacks are.”
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“Oh my God what just happened!!!”
“I don’t know, are you all right, you’re bleeding.”
“I am? I think so, what is this thing in our car?”
“The top of a power pole?”
“Oh my God, we’re going to get electricuted!”
“Don’t move, stay still, help will come.”
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Hélène Vaillant at WILLOW POETRY has a photo prompt that jump started this story.
This is my first time here at What Do You See. When I saw this fabulous prompt I thought of something that happened south of Seattle, near the Museum of Flight yesterday, as a massive storm descended on the area. (This is not Ethel & Cheryl speaking for a change)
SEATTLE’S KOMO NEWS… Tukwila, Wash. — Two people nearly died after a massive power pole impaled their windshield in a chain reaction that brought down one pole after another. First responders called it a miracle that the people survived the massive power pole crashing on top of their car as they frantically worked to get them out alive. The pole that toppled onto the car still had live wires, posing a challenge for rescuers. Both were taken to a local hospital with injuries that are not life-threatening.
“Silence is golden, Ethel, you should try it.”
“So, I talk too much, Cheryl?”
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Congratulations are in order, Sammi. This is your one hundredth prompt. I’ve done eight and enjoyed every one of them.
“What’s got you in such a tizzy, Ethel?”
“It’s that Sammi Cox!”
“What’s the word?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Get your dictionary, look it up.”
“I did, I don’t like that word, now I have a writer block.”
“How many words?”
“You can do 52.”
“It’s a bugbear, Cheryl.”
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“No, not going to Navy Pier and getting on that damn ferris wheel.”
“Come on, Cheryl, please.”
“No, take Betty, she’s the brave one.”
“Betty isn’t in town. Come on, I wanna go.”
“No amount of your begging will get me on that wheel, it scared the hell out of me last time and this one’s taller.”
“Only by forty-eight feet and you survived the last one. Don’t be a baby.”
“Don’t you ‘don’t be a baby’ me, Ethel. No.”
“Cheryl, you admitted you liked it last time. What if I treat you to Gene and Georgetti’s after?”
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I love Ferris Wheels. I missed this FridayFictioneers photo prompt by my pal Dale Rogerson somehow or I would have had the girls on it last week. I knew they would want to go, well at least Ethel, so I’m writing this now. I see Rochelle is raiding Dale’s photos again to give her writers inspiration. Here are the Ferris Wheel stories. FridayFictioneersFerrisWheelStories
“The Rolling Stones!”
“The Rolling Stones, that’s what I thought of when I looked at the photo.”
“That’s crazy, Ethel. Why the Stones, I don’t see Mick?”
“No not them, well I don’t think so. I just thought of rolling, then stones, then The
Rolling Stones. Well, maybe them then.”
“You never cease to amaze me. It’s a pretty interesting thing to see though.”
“What did you see? And don’t say some kind of sewing machine.”
“See, I knew it! Why?”
“I thought of spiders spinning webs.”
“That’s weird, Cheryl.”
“Not as weird as The Rolling Stones, Ethel.”
Writing 100 Words for the FridayFictioneers, and my daughter Ashley, who loves The Stones. A fascinating photo prompt, I would love to see in person, go visit Sandra Crook and she will tell you what it is. Thanks Rochelle for the inspiration this morning. For other stories inspired by this photo go here…
“Equinox, sheequinox! I don’t believe in that hoo doo. I’m going to do it anyway.”
“No you idiot, that’s the the first of Spring thing. That’s a good one. I’m talking about Mercury being in retrograde, you don’t want to make any important decisions.”
“I love Spring, and I can’t wait. I also can’t wait to get a new car, and I’ve got my eyes on a sweet Saturn.”
“That’s not a new car.”
“It’ll be new for me, so Saturn trumps Mercury!”
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I must thank my sister, Mariya, for her wise counsel concerning all things astrological.
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I wrote this story on March 12, 2012. I think it’s fun to bring it back once in a while to help celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Tomorrow is the big day, better get to the store to buy corn beef, cabbage and tortillas.
Quill Shiv has a new Haiku writing prompt… A photo of Saint Patrick.
Corned Beef and Cabbage Tacos… In 1986, back in my Restaurant Days, I went to work for Jerry Franco. Jerry was a bit of a culinary impresario on the Sacramento restaurant scene. He had just reopened the Town House on 21st Street, down the block from The Sacramento Bee newspaper. The Town House had been a Mexican Food tradition and had been sitting empty for a few years after the owner retired. Franco had opened in a blaze of glory, courting the news hounds and the denizens of California State Government. Having just left a job managing The Fabulous Fifties Cafe, I was ready to mingle with and serve adults. So I went to work for Jerry as a waiter/bartender/manager.
It was a fun place to work, and we did some crazy promotions to try to make the Town House a success. Big lunch business, big after-work bar business. He kept a few Mexican items on the menu, along with the ‘Upscale Designer’ dishes he came up with. Each Happy Hour, we featured a Taco Bar, where the patrons could make their own tacos, to wash down with their Martinis and G & T’s. For me, that taco bar was a pain in the ass, since I had to leave the bar and run back to the kitchen to replenish the supplies. But the tips were pretty good as long as the food held out.
Saint Patrick’s Day was coming up, and the Town House, along with every other bar and restaurant in Sacramento… no, in the United States… was looking for ways to make some money off one of our more important Drinking Holidays. I had the bright idea to put corned beef and cabbage on our Taco Bar for the day. Jerry agreed that it was a brilliant idea, and gave me full credit, in case it bombed. Getting free publicity was not too difficult since we always made sure to ‘take good care of’ certain writers from up the street. Low and behold, we saw some nice mentions in the gossip and the What’s Going On In Town sections of the Bee the day before, and our Happy Hour was packed that St. Paddy’s Day. In fact, two guys drove down from Hangtown at lunchtime to try the CB&C Tacos. I had to plead with the cook to make some for them. At Happy Hour, the idea was well received, lots of new people came in, and best of all… Mr. Franco even stuck around to help stock the Taco Bar.
So, when I saw the photo prompt for this week’s Haiku… for some reason, I thought of those Corned Beef and Cabbage Tacos, and my days working at the Town House.
About four months later, I left for the neon restaurant lights of Chicago. I later heard that the Town House had closed and that Franco was the chef at a seafood joint in Cape Cod. Last time I was in SacTown, it was a gay bar.
“See sells seashells by the seashore.”
“She shells seashells by the seashore.”
“She sells sezeshells by the seashore.”
“She sells seashells by the sezeshore.”
“This is hard, why can’t I get this?”
“Stop whining and try again, take your time.”
“Okay. She sells seashells by the seashore.”
“Yes!!! I knew you could do it.”
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My thanks to Wilkie Bard I could not have done this piece without him.
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