The other morning I witnessed the spectacle of my wife, rolled up piece of newspaper in hand, trying to kill a cockroach. While running away from it. Now, being something of a student of the classics, I got to wondering what Jed Clampett might say in a situation like this. It came to me.
"Pitiful. Pitiful."
"Give me that fucking thing," I said. I grabbed the newspaper out of her hand, and charged at the cockroach. The paper came down. A moment later there was a dead cockroach on the floor. Something in the newspaper caught my eye. I started reading it as I wandered back to my coffee.
A scene worthy of Beckett. Or Hitchcock. Yeah, Hitchcock.
ReplyDeleteI want to know what article has caught your eye. Was it more interesting than the pleasure after hunting?
ReplyDeleteAnon.,
ReplyDeleteIt was baseball standings. I guess the point (if there is one) is that one thing meant no more or less than the other.
Over here we use a flip-flop, and have no timidity. sp
ReplyDeleteHi Sussah,
ReplyDeleteI've had occasion to kill cockroaches by several means. I'm not timid about it! I'm a pretty reasonable guy with an irrational hatred of cockroaches. I might run from a rat, though. [/shivers]