On Topic; What a surprise.

ANNA KEYNOW 2004-12-27 22:37:57

I speaketh the truth; Anna is on topic.

Okee dokee... here goes;
I had spotted these poppies a few weeks back. The house they were
lined up against, also contains an at-home business. So, of course, I
was dying to see how many poppies they had and therefore, I went up
the drive and out came the bloke that was happy to answer my
questions.
"so, what sort of flowers are those, then?"
"oh, they're a type of poppy"
"I thought they were but, it was actually those lovely climbing roses
I was asking about? Floribunda? Hybrid tea?"
"not sure" was the thoughtful reply. Then I asked about his
home-based business, as that was why I was there, after all.
So, I go there and get the various jobs done, at a very reasonable
rate, I must add. And then today I thought to myself, "ahh fuck it,
I'll just go 'round there and ask him if I can have his now, lacking
in petals, poppies". So, I arrive at the gate, and it has an open
sign.
I get closer and it says, "but only if gate is open". I go back to
the car and then thought I'd check to see if the gate was locked. I'm
not sure why I did this.
But I was going toward the gate and glanced down, and no shit, out the
front of the driveway, where some ginormous tree is growing, are all
the fucking poppies, pulled out, and lying on the ground. I mean...
What-the-fuck???
So, what's a girl to do? Okay, what about a woman? She raises the
hatch and she starts piling the things in, of course.
Get them home and some debate ensues. Why? What? How come, type-o'
discussions.
But you know, the fuckers hardly bled. And I did try my best. So, as
there wasn't enough for me, I spent a couple of hours and then gave
the spoons to the other adult in the building.
It had been over a decade since I'd bothered with poppies. I suddenly
remembered why I hated the things. No, it certainly isn't because of
the effects, unless one means, the effects on the bathroom. Talk
about mud. Oh wait, you didn't. There was a most muddy, leaf-laden,
petal strewn mess, afterwards.
Should've seen me running inside, hoping the nosey christians, on one
side, and the nosey old tax dept. worker, on the other, wouldn't see
me.
-+Anna+-