UNWRITER Ron Berry

March 8, 2009

Seeing red

Filed under: humor — unwriter1 @ 1:36 pm
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“No, not that! Anything but that, please!”Sandy was visibly upset. It seemed like there was no escape. She was trapped in a dark hole with no way out. The very thought of those horrid stains created uncontrollable shivering. How could anyone allow those sickening stains to destroy her stunning beauty? Oh, what was she to do? Time was of the essence. Sandy had to do something, but what? Then she got an idea.

“What is all that ruckus?”

“I don’t know but I’ll go check.”

As George approached the kitchen, the noise got louder. Quietly he reached into the closet and grabbed the bat. Edging towards the door, he yelled:

“Who’s there?”

There was no answer but the racket continued. George opened the door but did not see anyone. Slowly he crept in. Then he saw where the noise was coming from. The whole cupboard was rattling. He knew at once what the trouble was but how did it get started?

George walked directly over to the coffeepot, filled it, and turned it on. He then went into the living room to wait. Within twenty minutes the kitchen became very quiet. Once the coffee cups sensed that only top of the line coffee was being used, they settled down. Sandy was devastated, now what?

Unknowns to most humans, dishes have a way of communicating among themselves. It’s a very low, sub hearing series of tones. If a person is ill, it is possible to feel this communication link but only a handful are able to understand it. These cupboard conversations aren’t usually shattering. Most of it is just general gossip about the quality or lack thereof of detergents. They complain about the chips and cracks that are a part of everyday usage. But every so often some of the fancier dishes get a chunk of enamel caught in the wrong place and their vanity kicks in. Such is the case with Sandy. She was getting so worked up that she came close to a full paint meltdown when she heard Martha.

“George, supper is about done. Would you set the table please?”

There it was. There was no escape! She was pulled out of her safe place, separated from friends and taken out to the wide, wild open area. She had no protection now. Once on the table, all the communication was over.

“Oh my goodness, the rumor was true!!”

First came the spaghetti and then…

The hot, red, impossible to get stains of off, sauce!

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4 Comments »

  1. And here I thought it was cats in my cupboard. How did you know I thought of having spaghetti tonight?? Maybe my dishes have a phone or internet service and they called your dishes. LOL
    Terre

    Comment by Terre — March 8, 2009 @ 3:20 pm | Reply

  2. I made spaghetti last night and am having leftovers of it tonight. I’ll think of your blog when I have dinner.

    Morgan Mandel
    http://morganmandel.blogspot.com

    Comment by Morgan Mandel — March 8, 2009 @ 5:18 pm | Reply

  3. Spaghetti is good and delicious. So is this story.

    Comment by Marvin D Wilson — March 8, 2009 @ 5:48 pm | Reply

  4. Oh, poor Sandy! It could be worse, Sandy! You could, at any time, be replaced by the new kids in town—–the paper plates! Adorable story, Ron!

    Comment by gigi1953 — March 9, 2009 @ 5:27 am | Reply


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