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Sue Spitulnik

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Not an Ordinary Day

Katie got bad vibes, but she carded and served the group. One female pointed to the picture of Mac’s friend wearing his Medal of Honor and said, “Look, the highest grade dog collar a person can earn in this stupid country.”

Katie stammered. “Wha…t?”

“I see military folks as dogs on leashes, totally controlled.”

Mac appeared from nowhere. “I see you as ignorant, immature, and lacking common sense considering all the dogs in here, except me, served by choice and are off-leash. I suggest you drink up and get out!”

Experiencing palpable raised hackles, they gulped drinks and skedaddled.

Written in response to Charli Mills June 3, 2021, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story being leashed. Is it literal or metaphorical? Who or what is leashed. How does it set the tone? Go where the prompt leads!

Don’t Miss the Party

Do you remember the very first company Christmas Party you went to?  The one you bought a fancy dress for, also got a new haircut or style, then filed and polished your nails the day before and refused to do anything that might break one.  The one that made you think you were so grown up and mature.  This happened for me when I was a senior in high school.  My “sweetheart” had graduated the year before and was working locally until his draft number came up.

A couple of days before the party he got a bad cold.  Of course he still went to work, but he decided he was too sick to go to the party because he was coughing all the time and had a slight fever.  I had been waiting for that party for over a month and I was devastated by his decision.  Luckily his boss lived across the street from me.  (And his boss’s daughter was a very close friend.)  I went to the neighbors to complain and share my misery.

The boss, Don, was a very understanding man with five kids of his own.  He was also very practical.  His reasoning we should still go to the party went something like this.  “Don’t you still have to eat?  Don’t people sometimes have a little brandy when they have a cold? Don’t a lot of cough drops taste like mint?”  Yes was the answer to all three questions.  The next instruction was, “You tell your boyfriend all of those things, then tell him to drink Stingers at the party.  I’m sure he’ll feel better.”  I had to ask what a Stinger was.  He explained it was a drink made with brandy and crème de menthe.

I went home to make the phone call that included the information and some begging.  We went to the party.  I found out it was just a bunch of people standing around talking, most of whom I didn’t know.  I don’t remember any details about the food or door prizes, but I remember Stingers are a great aid for the common cold.

Footnote: the legal age to consume liquor was 18 at the time in New York state.

National Daiquiri Day

When you look up the National Day calendar, a lot of the days have more than one “thing” honored.  Today there is only one.  The daiquiri.  If nothing else, I will learn how to spell daiquiri.

Generally a daiquiri has strawberries, sugar and rum.  A Pina Colada is coconut milk, pineapple, sugar and rum.  I don’t know why it isn’t called a daiquiri.  Probably to make me ask silly questions.

In my early twenties, I lived for a time in Biloxi, Mississippi.  A refreshing strawberry daiquiri on a hot muggy day was a treat.  Blue Hawaiians were also popular.  They had rum, blue curacao, pineapple juice and sugar.  They were my favorite.  Served in a hurricane glass.  During the time I lived there, no hurricanes visited the shoreline.  I was lucky.

I remember the police clearing the beaches some afternoons because of the dangerous heat index.  I had a friend that was pregnant and when we went to the beach she would dig a hole for her growing belly, then lie on her stomach like the rest of us.  She told us the cool sand put the baby to sleep.

I miss those days.  I was young, innocent, not afraid of anything, and thought life would always be rosy.  Now I know how naïve I was, and life has given me way too much experience in unpleasant ways.  (Disenchantment, divorce, death, money problems, etc.)  On the up side, I now have the ammunition to be able to write about life and make it real.

A few years back I read an article that said a woman’s personality could be pegged by what she drank.  A woman who orders a strawberry daiquiri is a high maintenance person who wants her own way.  I haven’t ordered one since.  I wouldn’t want to give people the wrong impression.

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