PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Blurry eyes struggled to focus. A very late night and too many tequila shots led us to this late-night diner.
“You shouldna given ‘im your number.” Tessa’s slurred words rang true and regret filled my veins.
“I got this.” I made a zigzag path down the aisle. “Scuse me. Y’want my phone?”
The girls’ shocked looks never registered as I dropped my phone on the stained Formica counter and wobbled away.
“See. Problem fixed.” I brushed my hands together and dropped into the booth, stuffing a handful of fries into my grinning mouth.
Susan Jarreau - Of Dreams and Disasters 
That’s one way of dealing with a pest. 😊
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I’ve never tried it but I’ve been close. 😉
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Smart move!!! 🙂
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Now that was mean, very well done.
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Dear Susan,
I just hope she’s not driving anywhere. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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My characters are flawed but I have a few rules. Drinking and driving is one. She’s safe. Thanks Rochelle.
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