Tuesday, a day like any other day: hellish and just flat wrong.
Summarily evicted and having no place to go, a quandary was presented.
"Where to now, dear?" asked Rob.
"Take me to the Old Folks' Home, I've had enough of your unending blizzard of bullshit" his better half chimed in.
Rob realized she was right, the game was over, the chickens had come home to roost, there were no more "Special Plays" open to him.
"OK, but first I want to try something out."
Rob stopped at a Wally-World, bought a magnifying glass and then went into a field behind the big box store: there he espied his quarry...ants.
Rob held the magnifying glass "just so" in order to focus the beam on a hapless ant: it sizzled and smoked.
Rob guffawed: "Take that, KJ."
Another target: up in smoke.
"Ha, mock me will ya, V? It's curtains for you.?"
Rob burned ten more ants, maniacally ascribing the name of a detractor to each of them.
He got back into his Pinto, fired it up and told his better half "Let's go to the home, I found something new to keep me busy."
She smiled, hoping that this would end better than the DUB fantasy, the Newell illusion and the $1.5MVP jackpot scam.
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