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Weekly Contest #162
Restaurants affect people. This was proved when Aunt Margie Alderson dragged her husband Albert, his sister Elmyra and me, Elmyra’s daughter Stacey, to Ristorante Vesuvio di Napoli. What should have been a pleasant evening turned into an adventure. Uncle Al is an easygoing guy with a boyish face and easy smile. He still has the wavy hair that used to make girls sigh, although it is now more gray than brown. He is tall, with a paunch that spills over the top of his waistband. His favorite outfit is an old Grateful Dead tee s...
Weekly Contest #160
To the employees of Lily's Cosmetics and Perfumes, Inc. I was just another temp called in to help anyone with a work overload. Like many temps, I was skilled in computer applications: Word, Excel, PowerPoint, etc. Because I had had to step into situations where ability was required, I was better trained and more skilled than any of the company's permanent employees. Most of the time, they appreciated that. Over the course of a few weeks, I became the factotum of the place. Even Lily, in her big corner window off...
Weekly Contest #159
First, I want to establish that nothing that happened was my fault. I don’t know whose fault it was, but it wasn’t mine. I was a victim of a bizarre occurrence that I am sure has only happened once in the history of the human race. I still can’t believe it happened to me. It all started on a pleasant afternoon last May. I needed cash, so I jogged to the First Commerce Bank of New York on West 200th Street. I waited in line at the ATM behind a man who took forever to figure out how much money he wanted and from whic...
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