Another Lesson Learned?

Today’s writer’s playshop prompt was Merrymaking. We were given 20 words to choose from to prompt us. We could use as many as we wanted. I used all of them. All the words used are in italics.

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Another Lesson Learned?

If there is one thing I know, it’s when someone is trying to flummox me. At least, I thought I did until one day, I got hit with a doozy. Well, I shouldn’t say one day; it happens more often than that. But you all probably know that.

This particular one was a big one. A friend of mine came over to my house with this thingamajig and gave me all this gobbledygook about how he could use it to razzle-dazzle some people into giving us money. 

My initial response was, “Balderdash!” I had doubts about his tomfoolery. But he was my best friend, and even though he was quite a whippersnapper, I didn’t want to raise a big kerfuffle, so I let him waddle his way through this malarkey.

If you know anything about me and my friend, you have already guessed his name. From experience, I should have listened to my logical brain and skedaddle, but as usual, I played along and lollygagged along with his plan. 

Ronald’s plan was to sell battery-operated self-heating flapjacks to any nincompoop willing to buy them.

“How do you eat a battery-operated flapjack?” I questioned. 

“That’s the gimmick,” he said. “We make some real flapjacks, and you switch them with the battery-operated one while I distract the buyer.”

I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t imagine the hullabaloo that would occur should we try this. But instead of saying what I felt and hurting his feelings, after all, he was my friend, I kept my mouth shut. This time I would let him get caught and I’d just dawdle around and let him get in trouble with his merrymaking. In my head, I cried out, “Fiddle-Dee-Dee.” Finally, I’ll come out on top.

Well, if you know Ronald, you know it didn’t work out that way. He managed to find an excuse to leave just as the first person realized what was going on. And who was there, holding the, well, flapjack as it was? When will I ever learn?

 

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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