He was sitting on his porch, drunk, ranting.
It was three in the afternoon, four empty bottles sat beside him, the fifth in his hand, three sips down.
His speech was slurring, his eyes were shifting, it was time to impart some wisdom to the sidewalk, scare the children on their way home from school.
‘Ice cold beer! That’s the way I like it!’
He kissed the bottle and rolled it against his forehead.
‘Never drink your beer warm. Do you hear me?!’
Two girls, pale and freckled, jumped at the man’s words, they lurched to the right and skittled away. Their red backpacks gave the man more reason to yell.
‘Red is the color of the devil. Oh Devil! I see ya! You can’t fool me!’
He pressed his lips to the mouth of the bottle, chugging down what was left, then he opened a sixth. It was time to be more responsible, and he pointed at the mailbox.
‘My cheque’s in the mail. Yes, it is! You got two days to spit it up!’
Then he shook his fist in the air and almost fell off the stoop.
‘Whoa now! Easy! I don’t want any trouble.’
The bottle was getting heavier in his hand, but he couldn’t remember where his mouth was, so he sat and thought about it.
He’d figure it out. He always did.
His wife had found out about his girlfriend. The woman had gone ballistic. She had left the house with a baseball bat and a promise to teach ‘that bitch’ a lesson.
The man looked at his watch. It had been either two hours or two days since he’d seen her whichever was shorter.
He dipped his head forward and when he looked up, two fat legs stood before him. His wife spoke from above.
‘That rude thing! Tried to be sassy with me. I gave it to her good.’
The bat hung from her chubby hands.
‘What you gotta say for yourself?! Now don’t be stupid.’
The man set down his bottle, but it toppled over, beer trickled down the sidewalk. He put his hand on his stomach thinking it was his heart and said what his brain suggested.
‘Never date a woman who don’t respect your wife! Got that?!’
The woman swung twice. The bottles survived, but most certainly not the man’s legs.
😂😂 sweet lord, I loved this. Great story telling Terveen. Drunkards are chuck full of sage advice..which they never remember when sober.
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Haha! That is the truth, Nigel. And they come up with some thought-provoking words. Lol. Thanks so much! 🙂
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Hahahahaha! Excellent, Terveen ❤
~David
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Thanks so much, David. Time loses all meaning when the spirits are high. lol. I suppose….. 🙂
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Oh, I love this one, Terveen. You write dysfunctional soooooo well, it’s a joy to read, although it shouldn’t be. This one is brilliant. Short and definitely not sweet. Executed with the precision of a surgeon. Well, that guy might need one.
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Lol. Yes, a good surgeon for those limbs. Dysfunctional could be my middle name. Oh well… Thanks so much, Britta, for the extra chuckle. 🙂
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[…] Never Date a Woman who Don’t Respect your Wife by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores […]
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The first thing that came to mind was «That title!» The second thing was «What a perfect slice of Americana this is!» This is brilliantly hilarious in a surreal way, which seems to be your trademark, Terveen. Your stories, as strange as their weird plots and oddball characters tend to be, have a way of resonating on deep levels with your readers. That’s a hallmark of great writing. Thanks for this, Terveen. 🙂
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Lol. Thanks so much, Mike. I’ve always been able to find a part of myself in every good piece of writing I’ve ever read. I agree that stories are really reflections of what we already know and live with a large splash of fun and entertainment. It’s good to laugh and be weird. 🙂
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Haha, definitely swinging the wrong way with the wife, Terveen. Really funny!
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Haha! Love the way you say it, Shobana. Thanks so much and keep laughing. 🙂
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You always touch so many emotions, Terveen! Hysterical as fiction. Sad in real life. Happy I do not know these people….
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Thanks so much, Geoff. Yes, when it’s make-believe it is funnier and entertaining. ‘These people’ live inside me somewhere. They don’t even pay rent. Lol. 🙂
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Those people have the potential to help you pay the rent. Encourage them!
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Haha! Thanks, Geoff. 🙂
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I agree with Mike : «that title» – attention grabbing! The story was entertaining with a character exhibiting believable drunk behavior.
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Thanks so much, Michele. Will try to put out some more attention-grabbing titles in the future. And of course, a suitable story. Appreciate it! 🙂
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You are welcome, Terveen. Happy writing and title creating!
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Your title pulled me right in, and the story kept my rapt attention throughout. A hilarious combination of sad/funny.
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Thanks so much, Jai. I really appreciate it. Will spill some more drunk wisdoms in the future. Hic! 🙂
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Looking forward to it…drunks are notoriously known for their wise words. 😉
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Golly gosh again……
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Golly gosh indeed. Thanks Don. 🙂
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To quote Professor Higgins from «My Fair Lady,» How deliciously low!» A hilarious poem, Turveen! ❤ Such actual situations are tragic, but it is comforting to find humor in sad situations.
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Haha. Thanks so much, Cheryl. I agree, sometimes laughter is needed no matter what the situation. And I appreciate the wonderful compliment. 🙂
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This brought back a memory or two. I only thought they used the word stoop. What a brilliant way to start with the man getting drunk on the stoop. Sad and funny at the same time. I think it highlights the lack of judgment that drinking can have on a person too. Love this line:
«The man set down his bottle, but it toppled over, beer trickled down the sidewalk. He put his hand on his stomach thinking it was his heart and said what his brain suggested.»
HaHa that lack of rational thinking cost that man his legs. As pickled as he was he probably didn’t even feel a thing. Your stories always make me laugh but they are also thought-provoking as well. Great read, thanks Gobblers and Terveen. Big hugs, Joni
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Haha. I suppose he’ll feel it once he sobers up. When drinking becomes a way of coping, then things have gone too far. I guess intoxication makes one confident and fearless and also oblivious to one’s own nonsense. Thanks for reading, Joni. And I really like that line too. 🙂
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Very funny!
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Thanks so much, Dawn! 🙂
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You have a wonderful gift for relating the tiniest details in a story, which always makes the reading and feeling of that story that much more inspiring. Amazing write, Terveen. 😊
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Thank you so much, Jeff, for the lovely appreciation. To details and their significance! 🙂
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Oh, my! 😁 This is an immensely enjoyable story, Terveen! Great writing as always.👍🏼😊
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Thanks so much, Aaysid. The intoxicated have a way with words. 🙂
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Haha! Thanks Brian! 🙂
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