Write four lines of prose about: the operator.
Max spent most of the morning with his Grandma, so that freed up Kat to come out to the garden and help me harvest for tomorrow's market. It was great having her working with me again.
We'll be heading back to Penticton tomorrow morning in the truck, hauling apples, plums, potatoes, green beans, onions, garlic, carrots, and tomatoes. Not a huge abundance of anything in particular, but hopefully it'll all combine to make for a decent market.
The ringer sounds again and I can't help but flinch. It's been a long, long day and I'm afraid of what might be waiting for me at the other end of this line. As I move to answer it I can only pray that it's not that same, tired, moronic joke yet again...
"Operator, quick - give me the number for 911!"