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Tales from WannaBea Farm
I was in the kitchen when I heard a car door slam and drying my hands on the dish towel I started for the front door arriving there the same time as Leon, the weirdo that came in where I worked and kept trying to find out where I lived. Pulling open the unlocked screen door, he just pushed his way in. “Boy, you sure live way back in the sticks, don’t you? I like to never found this place.” he said as he strolled across the living room and seated himself on the couch, as if he owned the place. “How DID you find out where I lived?” I asked, as only my close friends knew. Living alone and way back in the sticks along the river I certainly didn’t tell guys like him where I lived. He was so creepy, I didn’t even like waiting on him when he came into the restaurant where I worked. He was a real loser. One of those, dirty, loud mouthed braggarts that thought he was just a real ladies man when in reality all the women thought he was disgusting and tried to avoid him and the men just laughed at him. Snorting, he laughed and said, “Aw, that was easy, I overheard you saying you needed tires for your truck, so I just told Sharon that I had some tires for you but had lost the directions for your place and she even drew me out a map! Boy, she’s a dumb one.” As if he was the smartest person around. “Well, I was just getting ready to leave”, I told him, I have to be somewhere in a few minutes, sorry you drove all the way out here.” “Ah no, you can do that some other day, come on over here and talk to me “, he said, patting the couch beside him. “No, please leave so I can get ready to go” I answered, but he had no intention of leaving, my phone was in the other room, he could get to me before I could get to it and the only other option that I could think of was running out the door and through the woods to my neighbors and hoping that they were home. While I was standing there, weighing my options, he spotted the large, empty aquarium that had held a pet lizard at one time, and rising to look into it, he asked, “What’cha got in here”? Thinking fast, I answered, “Oh, that’s just Rita Mae”. “Rita Mae? I don’t see anything in here.” “Oh no, where is she?” I started calling “Rita Mae”, and tapping on the floor as I looked under the sofa and chairs and behind furniture. “Rita Mae, where are you, come here.” Poor dumb, fool, he was looking for her too, not even knowing what he was looking for. “What is she?’ he fi- nally asked, still helping me search. “My snake.” “YOUR SNAKE!” he screamed. “Are you @#$%$# nuts?” he asked, looking around nervously at the aquarium that I’m sure looked even bigger to him at that point. “How big is this snake?’ “Little over four feet, but she’s usually pretty tame. Only problem is, I haven’t fed her this week and I don’t like her being loose when she’s hungry,” and I started calling her again while I tapped the floor. “She usually comes to me when she feels the vibrations on the floor, ‘cause she knows she will get something to eat.” Hearing a car door slam I breathed a sigh of relief thinking a friend had arrived, but looking around I saw that I was alone and looking out the window I saw the creep driving away, yelling at me that I was crazy. Locking the door, I took a rag and polished up that old aquarium and decided that I would just keep Rita Mae around. Read my other stories online at HYPERLINK “http:// www.leoncountytoday.com” www.leoncountytoday.com HYPERLINK “mail to: jdstark18@yahoo. com” jdstark18@ yahoo.com |
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