Aggie

His voice was like a constant buzzing, grating on my nerves. I tried to ignore him, hoping he’d get the hint and just leave. Would you have the nerve to keep right on bugging someone who pretended you weren’t there?

I typed. I sang out loud. I even warned him of the consequences if this nonsense continued. It made no difference. He flitted around me like some psychotic energizer bunny, never still for a moment, darting here and there as though an abundance of hyper-activity would win him the favor of my attention.

Finally I’d had it. I got up from my chair, walked right past him into the kitchen, and returned with the one sure-fire remedy for his irritating behavior.

He saw me come into the room with my secret weapon. But did that stop him? No!

“Okay, fine. Have it your way.”

One quick flick of the wrist, and it was all over. Bye bye, fly.

0 thoughts on “Aggie”

  1. you want a subject now

    lol. This reminds me of a hectic day I once had. I ran helter skelter down a mountain as a bear chased me madly. I think he loved me really. Then I had to parachute into Sweden and all the Swedes chased me. I much prefer pumpkin to Swede. I was holding on desperately, all my nails were broken. Thank goodness my script was finished and the scene was a ‘take’

  2. you want a subject now

    lol. This reminds me of a hectic day I once had. I ran helter skelter down a mountain as a bear chased me madly. I think he loved me really. Then I had to parachute into Sweden and all the Swedes chased me. I much prefer pumpkin to Swede. I was holding on desperately, all my nails were broken. Thank goodness my script was finished and the scene was a ‘take’

  3. You had me going there for a minute. I thought the “pest” was Luke after a double espresso. I also thought the secret weapon was one of your famous chocolate-chip cookies. 🙂

  4. You had me going there for a minute. I thought the “pest” was Luke after a double espresso. I also thought the secret weapon was one of your famous chocolate-chip cookies. 🙂

  5. Bucket o’ spite

    Seattle. Oh my GOSH! It was perfect. Perfect paradise on parade. Blue skies. Cool breezes. Not a drop of rain (while you floated away down here in your bucket o’ jealousy). Just thought you’d want to know . . . because I knew you’d be so happy for nicey-nice me.

    I would say I’d see you Sunday, but I won’t. We’ll be in the mountains in Colorado. ;o)

    Your favorite person,
    EZ

  6. Bucket o’ spite

    Seattle. Oh my GOSH! It was perfect. Perfect paradise on parade. Blue skies. Cool breezes. Not a drop of rain (while you floated away down here in your bucket o’ jealousy). Just thought you’d want to know . . . because I knew you’d be so happy for nicey-nice me.

    I would say I’d see you Sunday, but I won’t. We’ll be in the mountains in Colorado. ;o)

    Your favorite person,
    EZ

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