By Paula Louise Shene
Edith, as usual, was sitting at her workstation daydreaming when Joe strode in.
“What are you doing with our life credits?” he bellowed. “Are you aiming for us to be Zpegged, woman?”
Edith, a placid soul, did not yell back. She realized that Joe needed to ‘let off steam’ and the only thing he ever hurt was her eardrums. She’d need to Zpeg up some mufflers one of these days if she remembered. While Edith had a calm disposition, she appeared to be a bit of a ditz when it came to following through on everyday life.
“Honey, Sweetheart, whatever is the problem, now?” Edith calmly asked.
“Don’t Honey, Sweetheart me. You know what I’m talking about! Your new toy in the driveway, you know, the one with the four, no make that five wheels! And a million credits price tag! That’s what I’m talking about!” Joe said in his usual…
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