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Public Toenails and My Fights Over Stolen Chicken and Such
Public Toenails and My Fights Over Stolen Chicken and Such
Public Toenails and My Fights Over Stolen Chicken and Such
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A young married couple attempt a simple Sunday outing to the grocery store but when the man's wife accuses him of flirting with the girl working the deli counter and influencing her to steal chicken for him he tries to reason with her. She's stubborn and insists that he report the incident to the store manager. Problems arise. This is a quirky odd story.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJT Pearson
Release dateFeb 28, 2013
ISBN9781301654086
Public Toenails and My Fights Over Stolen Chicken and Such
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    Public Toenails and My Fights Over Stolen Chicken and Such - JT Pearson

    GRANDFATHER’S PUBLIC TOENAILS, MY FIGHTS OVER STOLEN CHICKEN AND SUCH

    By J T Pearson

    COPYRIGHT Joseph Pearson 2013

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

    You stole that chicken, Marvin.

    I’d been with Beatrice for nearly two years and so far our entire marriage had been constructed of twisted exhibitions like this one, her wrongly accusing me of stealing chicken from the Food King deli while we were shopping and now threatening to make a scene when it was just supposed to have been a pleasant Sunday outing.

    I did not steal it. She gave it to me.

    She didn’t have the right.

    What are you, the chicken police?

    Whenever she was in a mood like this and trying to force a confrontation in public I used my longer legs to my advantage and walked at a pace that left her constantly trying to catch up, eventually stealing her breath, habitual smoker that she was. She reached for my shirt but I became a phantom to her fingers, speeding up, and out of her reach.

    A heavyset older woman with a smattering of lonely hairs on her chin and an overflowing cart, groceries nearly toppling from it, glared at me as we passed, not realizing that I was actually the victim in this scenario and my wife was chasing me.

    It’s her, not me, I offered as we passed.

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