As they idled in traffic, Gaby, Lois and Sweet Pea did their best to pretend that the car door had not fallen off their vehicle, because to acknowledge such would take the spotlight off their expensive couture, and we couldn’t have that. The ease with which they assumed feigned indifference to the things around them, a trait which had been bred into their families after generations of affluence, was counterbalanced by the sudden appearance of a man at the door that was no longer there.
Man: “Hello.”
Gaby: “Driver! There’s a homeless man trying to accost us! I specifically told you to drive on streets that didn’t have such.”
Man: “I’m not homeless. Not that it means I’m better than anyone who is.”
Lois: “Well, you’re walking when you could be riding, so that means you don’t have any money. Someone hide my jewels. I knew we should have left the city when the government created free clinics.”
Man: “I don’t want your jewels. There are more important things in life.”
Sweet Pea: “I can’t imagine you’re on the guest list so I don’t know why you’re here.”
Man, sighing: “I was simply going to ask if you needed any assistance with this door lying in the street. The paint color matches, so I’m assuming it’s yours. And none of you look like you’ve ever handled a lug nut in your life.”
Lois: “Oh. Well, I hadn’t really noticed that there was an issue. But what do you expect to get out of it?”
Man: “I’m not expecting anything. When I see somebody in need, I try to help.”
Gaby: “In need? Do you even know who we are?”
Man: “It doesn’t matter who you are. Everybody needs help from time to time.”
Sweet Pea: “I don’t believe you, Homeless Man. We were just at the Republican National Convention, and they warned us about people like you who are trying to make life better for everybody. True Americans only look out for themselves. You need to leave us alone or I’ll scream that you’re waging a war on religion.”
Man: “Okay, then. I’ll just keep moving. But someday I hope you’ll realize that divisiveness is not the answer to anything.”
Then Jimmy Carter turned and walked away.
Categories: Past Imperfect
Bonnywood Manor 
Sometimes that’s all you can do when when you come across Republicans.
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Yep. Turn the other cheek, because anything you might have to say is just white noise…
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Sounds just like that pesky Jimmy Carter – always traveling around and helping people. How annoying!
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Isn’t he, though? Doing the right thing, practicing what he preaches. The nerve!
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Your best. I had a friend who sent me a sermon where the minister said we had to vote for Trump because he was ‘savable’ (if that is a word), but Hillary probably isn’t. Maybe jimmy could talk to him.
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I just shake my head all day at such nonsense. Then at night, I fire up the laptop… 😉
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LOL, excellent! 🙂
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Thanks, Terry!
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LOL – perfect! Well done.
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I thought you might enjoy this one… 😉
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Jimmy’s ‘killer rabbit’ could have helped him put that door back on. It would keep the Republican-ness from leaking out. Now, if we could only do the same with Trump’s mouth…. 😛
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I hadn’t thought about the Killer Rabbit in decades. But yes, we really need to stop that leakage…
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Perfect! Love it. We Brits are completely flummoxed by what’s going on, probably as much as you Yanks were over Brexit, difference is, we are a mere drop in the ocean whereas you *are* the ocean!
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LOL! Well, I don’t know about an ocean, but we sure make a pretty big noise when we hit the ground… 😉
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Get the door back on!!!
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Seriously. Let’s just get it done and move on… 😉
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