In a way, it must be comforting to have everything ‘figured out’, and have labels for everyone and everything. If only people would keep their mouth shut about them. People like his dim-witted, red-neck, Bible-thumping, narrow-minded, KKK-supporting, Trump-voting boss. He spewed opinions about everybody.
Negroes (not his term) were stupid, lazy, jungle-bunnies. Chicanos were job-stealing taco benders. Jews were Christ-killing con artists. And those homosexual sinners??? Well, he knew which guys walking down the street were gay, just by the way they moved.
It must feel good to put everyone in a pigeonhole, even if they weren’t the right ones.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story
The lawyer arrives at the Pearly Gates for judgement, confused.
“I’m not supposed to be here! I’m only 37.”
St. Peter says, “No, we checked your billed hours, and apparently you’re 104”
….and there will be a $27 charge for photocopies, and an $8 charge for consumed office supplies, and a $100 registration fee for the use of our legal library….
“I had hoped that selling the little house that your mother left us would pretty much pay off our debts. Will there be anything left when they’re done? This law firm is sucking the life out of us.”
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday picture as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
Admittedly, it’s not all completely original work, but there was a lot of appreciation the last time I slagged lawyers, so I thought I’d throw in another laugh or two. We all need a laugh or two where lawyers are involved 😀