Brizzles Basket

George asks me for help with Mable. I tell him I’ll meet him in her room in five minutes.

When I get there George has already laid her on the bed. He’s red-faced and aggravated. Mable’s rearing up and taking big roundhouse swings at him. “Mable, Mable,” I coo. “Calm down, Mable.”

“Oh God, Honey, I’m glad to see you. This big bastard is… ”

I gently wrap Mable’s wrists with my hands. George pulls down her pants. “What are… ?” Mable’s mad. “Honey! Let go of my hands so I can knock hell out of this bastard.”

“Mable that’s why I have your hands. So you won’t knock hell out of him.” (more…)

I work at a nursing home. I arrive there today at the last minute. I open my car door and immediately a rooster greets me.

Yep. A rooster. I work off of Hurstbourne Lane. There’s miles of shopping, heavy traffic. It’s an area where you don’t expect to encounter roosters.

This one’s red, a bit on the thin side and doesn’t want to let me pass. I fake to my right and then cut left to get around it. I enter a side door and find the usual mob gathered around.

“HI, BILL!” Wilson screams. I fall and trip over old people while trying to get to the time clock before it clicks 2:31.

Ahhh, I made it. It’s then that I notice how hot the place is. The new air conditioner is still not installed. I put my book bag down.

Reba sidles over and rolls her eyes up at me. “I’m glad you came curry curr standin’. I need to go to daddy’s and fortitude with you maybe.” (more…)