accelafine wrote: ↑Fri May 09, 2025 11:38 pm
FFS. What is it with f ing men and their refusal to admit when they are wrong? Piss off. No 'extensive research' needed. If you want to throw wiki links at people then have them back at ya.
So that’s how it is. Boomerang this.
While patiently standing in the queue she began to quietly whisper under her breath, with just enough force so that a non-contextual word here and there could be heard by others longing for efficiency.
Curious, the woman behind her said, “What is that you’re saying?”
“Oh, was I talking? It’s just something someone taught me when I was a toddler. (pause, remembering) A little tongue twister, you know, like the little twisted things that happen in life. It seems that now and then I just have to say it, and sometimes I’m not sure if I did say it.”
“Yes, but what were the words. Sorry, if you don’t mind. Just curious.”
“It’s a nonsense thing.
I’m a little sheet slitter so I slit sheets. It used to be a fun thing to try and say three times fast when prompted by social lubricants, before every other word in entertainment turned into
F***!, along with creative variations adapted to all parts of speech, in surprising social situations.”
The woman took a step back and said, “Ah. Well. That sounds like fun. Do you always talk like you write?”
Because she was in public she stifled her first response while kicking herself for truthfully answering a stranger’s nosey questions, however, it was now out of her hands. Soon the entire queue was buzzing with whispers, some of them stage whispers, a spontaneous chorus of,
“I’m a little sheet slitter so I slit sheets,” whispered in a sort of energized round.
However, the apparent man who was the cause of all the commotion, who was standing as far as away as she and the others could manage to keep him without actually leaving, was impervious for a very simple reason.
(Take it higher … for Gary’s Corner)