FF – Chancer
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Rochelle supplied the photo this week.
“Get Well Soon!”. Humph. Sounded like a command. Maybe if he looked on the back of the balloon it would say “Or Else…”
Anyway, he wasn’t planning on getting well anytime soon. And it was lunch time!
He rang the little bell. Nothing. He rang it again. Then he tried shouting.
“Oy, lunch!”
Still nothing.
Hobbling downstairs (huffing and puffing dramatically) he read the note on the kitchen table.
“I’ve had enough, make your own damn lunch, I’m out with the girls!”
Looked like it was time to “get better”. Three weeks wasn’t bad for an ingrowing toenail, after all.
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Truth! Men are such big babies!!
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I know I am 🙂
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LOL! Hilarious! He better buy her some flowers and chocolates! 😀
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Yes, he sounds just the type to think of something like that… 😉
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That was definitely milking it on his part
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Just a bit!
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Hahaha good one!! 😁
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Thanks, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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well, it was great while it lasted. 🙂
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Yep, three weeks ain’t bad 🙂
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Haha, milk it for all its worth! Good on him 🙂
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Yeah, respect 🙂
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The absence of an enabler is such a profound gift. 🙂 I hope it works out.
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Yes, maybe he’ll get himself back together now.
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Men!
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That’s us, all the same 🙂
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Dear Ali,
I guess men are the same the world over, eh? I don’t blame her. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
We’re trained by our fathers in special secret lessons 🙂
Ali
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Oy! So thankful NOT to be married to a cry baby like him!
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Three weeks? Well done mate!
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I know! Respect!
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Pah! He wouldn’t have made it three weeks with me. I’d have called in a podiatrist with a blunt spoon to fix his ingrown toenail 🤣🥄
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Ouch!
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So funny. I love his ‘Oy, lunch!’ If that had been going on for three weeks I think I’d have been out of there too. I’m still chuckling at this one.
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She’s very understanding to have let it go for so long, but enough is enough 🙂
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Three weeks, eh? Now, how do I hack your account and delete this post so other men can’t learn that this is possible?
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It can’t be done, the word is out there bwahaha 🙂
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😳🫣😄
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I couldn’t even get a fancy balloon like that for my kidney stones. And I still had to make my own lunch too!
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You’re doing “ill” wrong.
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It was fun while it lasted, but now that the gig is up, time to start whistling a happy tune. I don’t think “she” is going to suffer much of anything from him for awhile. Fun story about real life and how absurd us humans are.
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No, I think he has used up at least five years’ worth of “I’m ill, poor me” 🙂
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🙂
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Hahaha! Three weeks is impressive. I love the opening of this story. It’s funny on its own account, and it’s also great foreshadowing.
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Thanks, I’m glad you liked it 🙂 I’ve always felt that “Get well soon!” sounds like some sort of command.
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HAH that what he gets for overworking her.
I guess it’s time to hangup the ‘Get Well’ wishes.
Good one … Isadora 😎
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He could have got another week if he hadn’t been so demanding 🙂
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I’ll never unhear the “or else” after “get well soon” again! 😂
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Ha, sorry 🙂
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Love this! Sounds worse than the man flu. Any excuse to stay in bed….lol Fun story!
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Shame he pushed it just that little bit too far, it’ll be a while before he gets away with something like this again!
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