The Unexpected
So, I’m sitting at Bruegger’S this morning, enjoying my morning bagel sandwich and coffee and a lovely young lady sits down a few tables away with her drink, her school books, and her parrot.
Just another day in southern California.
At first, she placed her bird on the table where it walked around exploring. Of course, she brought a small bowl of feed for ‘Polly’. And then, when she imagined the bird was thirsty, she shared her drink. The parrot perched on the arm of her chair and slurped from her cup.
I was completely taken with the scene and a bit envious. And as long as this isn’t the year for ‘The Bird Flu,’ I’m all for it.
It got me to thinking about things that I could bring to the scrabble table that might hypnotize my opponents and draw their attention away from the business of winning their game.
My flow of memories recalled the mammaries of certain high ranked ladies, in low cut tops, at tournament competitions, that completely mesmerized their male opponents. Fair? Probably not. But there is no rule against it.
I’ll have to give the premise some more thought and develop some unique strategy. If you watch my sinking NASPA rating and witness an amazing turnaround, you’ll know that I had been successful. But please don’t tell!