Peter, Sally, Mort and I were on our way to the library.
Okay, it was wasn’t our first choice.
The afternoon had started out with a peaceful game of croquet in our back yard.
But with one thing and another—okay, I admit it. Sally and Mort really don’t know how to play croquet properly. “Decimate thine opponent” really isn’t an approved rule. Or an option.
But it is their favourite move, consisting, as it does of one person hitting their ball close to their opponent’s ball and then calling “FORE!” and smacking that unfortunate sucker into orbit.
Between the four of us, we saw a lot of orbits in that game.
And we didn’t even get to finish.
Because one of Sally’s more spectacular shots put Peter’s shiny blue ball right through the kitchen window.
You know, the window that Sally took out whilst trying to flip an omelet on the fateful day that Peter and I met?
Yeah.
That window.
Anyways, as fate would have it, Mom and Baby Ivy were in said kitchen when said window exploded.
Oops.
Thus our expulsion, not only from the game, but from the immediate vicinity.
Don’t underestimate the power of a ticked-off Mama.
And, because I had a library fine to pay that I had been avoiding all week, we decided that the time had come to do it. I was actually pleased to have the company. There is safety in numbers. Supposedly.
During the walk, I was reciting what I would say to the girlbehindthedesk when we got there. “Hi! I’m Gwen Hart. I need to pay a fine.” Or “Hi, I’m Gwen Hart. I need to pay a fee.”
I had discussed, in depth, which covered it and sounded more cultured and sophisticated, ‘fine’ or ‘fee’.
But my wretched non-helpers were divided.
Thus my continuing vacillation.
“I need to pay a fine.” Or “I need to pay a fee.”
And yes, this went on all the way to the library.
Ahem…
When we got there, I took a deep breath, pulled open the imposing and rather intimidating front door and, my steps lagging, made my way to the front desk.
I don’t know why this sort of thing bugs me. I mean, isn’t paying a fine for having returned a book late just the price of the whole library experience?
Let’s simply agree it does and move on, shall we?
The girlbehindthedesk watched me as I approached. No smile.
Ugh. This was going to be just as difficult as I had imagined.
I moved up to the counter and took another deep, sustaining breath.
I looked her in the eye and said (I am not making this up), “I have to pee.”
Both of us stared at each other for a heartbeat or two.
Then, I just laid a dollar on the counter and the four of us left.
Even Sally couldn’t have topped that.
Today, I’m using: price ~ approve ~ call ~ cover ~ fine
They were supplied by my patient and wonderful friend, Karen at Baking in a Tornado! Thank you!!!
Now see what my friends have created for this challenge with their words!
