Tour Guide: “And over here, we have the magnificent foyer of Pickfair Mansion, where Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks would welcome the stars of Hollywood into their fine home”
Little Sally: “It looks kind of crappy to me. You’d think it would be a bit more fancy.”
Tour Guide, sighing, because there was always an urchin in every group who didn’t understand that their opinion was worthless until they had a steady income: “Well, Sally, it’s actually rather nice. That vase is a priceless artifact from the Wang Chung Dynasty.”
Little Sally: “Huh. I’m not sure what artifact means, but I guess it means ugly and boring. Just like that bench thing.”
Tour Guide, sighing again, because her miniscule salary really wasn’t worth it at times like this when poorly-raised offspring proved to be greatly annoying: “That bench was once owned by one of the kings of France, a king that managed to not get beheaded. Do you know about beheading, little princess? Such a thing often happened when someone said something that other people didn’t like.”
Little Sally: “I think I might beheading up those stairs. What’s up there?”
Tour Guide: “Those are the private chambers of Mary and Douglas. That is not part of the tour.”
Little Sally: “Why not? We bought tickets, and my ticket doesn’t say anything about not getting to go where I want. And I want to go up those stairs.”
Tour Guide, steeling herself, and trying to breathe evenly like her therapist was always telling her to do: “No one is allowed on the upper level, ticket or not.”
Little Sally: “Are they having sex up there? Is that why we can’t go?”
Tour Guide, deciding that her therapist was an idiot and allowing herself to breather rather haphazardly: “I have no knowledge of who might be doing what to whom on the upper level. I am only trained to discuss the lower level. Is there anybody here who can help this snippety child understand that we will not be ascending stairs any time soon? And by anybody, I mean the parents of Little Sally who did not take advantage of birth control at an appropriate time.”
Big Sally: “I’ve been scared of her since she shot out of my womb, and I am not going to risk my life by trying to make her behave. Children have not been the same since that fool invented the Internet.”
Categories: Past Imperfect
Bonnywood Manor 
Dear faithful readers with an eye for detail: Perhaps you’ll notice that this photo was also taken by the infamous Girard from the previous post. Apparently he did not learn anything from his conversation with Velma, his popularity quickly plummeted, and he was soon on his way back to Hoboken…
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Yes, I ws pondering the same stupid cubist dot superimposed style and thinking just the same.
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As soon as I realized the same technique was going on, I knew I had to say something before somebody else did… 😉
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Wise move 🙂 we’re all waiting to score points 😉
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I think the tour guide should let Little Sally in on the beheading.
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Agreed. I’d even volunteer to personally escort Little Sally to the proceedings…
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She sounds like the gum snapping child from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. I wonder how she got to California?
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Violet Beauregarde! Good point. I’ll work it into the backstory that Sally eventually begat Violet after some poor decisions were made during a night on the town in New York City… 😉
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Blame the internet!!! Lol
Lol at beheading up there…
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Sally’s “beheading” line was actually my fave bit in this piece, for the silliness factor alone…
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Wordplay is golden.
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LOL – this post is award-worthy! If your blog is “award-free,” then feel free to disregard, but…for some reason, the mention of the name “Big Sally” just has me in stitches!
XD
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I was rather pleased with the sly transition from Little to Big Sally. (It’s the small things that entertain me.) And although I’m trying to be “award-free”, I’ll try to come up with something quirky just because you are the definition of a fellow blogger who is truly supportive and I really appreciate that… 🙂
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