Ad on Facebook: “The Wear-All-Day Bra You Absolutely Need!” I absolutely do not need to wear a bra all day. You’d be amazed how fast I can whip that sucker off. Without even taking my shirt off. It’s a magic trick many women have mastered.
THE LIMITED-TIME-ONLY THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME
Didja ever notice all the fish-sandwich specials at this time of year? And that they’re all “for a limited time only”? Guess what limited time it is? That would be Lent. But they never mention it, lest non-Catholics think they’re not allowed to buy a fish sandwich on sale.
SUPPORT LOCAL BUSINESSES
–Call of a possible meth lab. The sign on the building says “Hoosier Accounts.” So much better than getting your meth from Mexico, or wherever it’s coming from these days.
I encountered Nick at Thornton’s, and now I have a knot on my head and Coke on my jacket. I will jerk a knot in his tail at my earliest opportunity. Which reminds me…
The other night, I went down to Fountain Ave. (there is no fountain to be seen there, by the way), where they were attempting to train Nick to detect arson, sniff out explosives, etc., with the aid of a burned-out car. (He will work for food, such as bananas, oranges, and the occasional dead rat.) But first he tried to guard the car by jumping on top of it and flaring his wings. He can hardly be blamed for that, since he has been bred and trained for guard duty. He then found an old shoe in the gutter, and between chewing on it and growling at anyone who tried to take it away, there was really no reasoning with him. So they called in the Cop Whisperer.
He tensed up when he saw me, raising his head, with a strip of leather dangling from his jaws. “You can’t have this shoe.” He quickly gulped down the rest of it.
“I already have shoes.” I showed him, and he drew back a little, because, well, he’s been kicked once or twice.
He then laid down, wrapping himself in his tail (although the claws protruded just a bit from beneath it) and folding his wings. In other words, appearing as non-threatening as one can when one is bristled and scaly. Unfortunately, the fang tips also protrude a bit even when the jaws are closed.
“Just the person I wanted to see,” he said.
“I highly doubt that.”
“It’s true. Did you know–” he sort of elongated toward me, without getting up off his belly–“that, if you volunteer to go on a ridealong, you retain your right to leave at any time? It’s called our catch-and-release program.”
“Back off or I’ll swat you on the snout. No, I did not know that.”
“It’s worth considering, don’t you think?”
“It sounds like a trap.”
“Would I lie to you? I’m offended that you would think so. Why don’t I just pounce and rip you apart right now?”
“Would it be worth all the trouble you’d be in?”
“Ah. There is that. I’ve heard stories…”
“So how about paying attention to your fire training now?”
“I don’t like fire. Fire bad.”
…And that, for the time being, was that.
To be continued, if he has his way….