Monday August 3rd, 2015

The exercise:

Write about: the float.

Did some weeding in the garden this morning before running some errands in town after lunch. I was surprised at how busy everywhere still was - I'd really thought that all the tourists would have headed home from their long weekends by then.

More time in the garden tomorrow morning. Hoping for another cool day like today.

Mine:

"We're gonna win first prize for sure."

"Why, did you bribe someone?"

"What? Come on, man - just look at this float! How could it lose?"

"I'll admit the strippers will definitely appeal to the men in the audience..."

"Totally, right? But it's not like we forgot about the chicks!"

"What... oh. You were actually serious about hiring firefighters to pass out apple pie recipes?"

"Shirtless firefighters."

"Obviously. But I think you might be forgetting something."

"The kids? Man, screw them. They're not old enough to vote."

"To be fair, nobody is old enough to vote."

"What are you talking about?"

"There is no voting. There are no judges. There is no first place. That's not the point of this parade."

"... then who did I just pay-off to have our float go on last?"

"Couldn't tell ya."