Fifty pounds of cat food,
Drug to front seat floor of car,
Grabbed ,
Totted,
Stuck upside down in front seat floor,
March seventeenth to damn cold,
Nothing to put it in,
Slept all afternoon,
No desire to go out in twenty -five degrees,
Make repeated climbs up and down with bucket,
All cat food kitties have except one can of cat n food most kitties hate is in the front seat upon the floor,
Fifty pounds cat food for twenty-five dollars,
Less a deal if you have no container to use to haul in the bag that takes up every single spot of the passenger floorboard,
Really would love to say this story was fabricated however that would be a lie,
As I was dragging it from Penny’s car Wenesday night Penny says very careful just before o o you ‘have sprung a leak!’
It was then a Lucy Ball, Vivian Vance episode gone wrong!
Except both ladies would have been carrying it instead of one lady [me] having chucked down her cane to grip crappy ass huge white flimsy bag with both hands think ‘Christ why are there no handles and please Penny stop telling me awful things like there’s a hole now on the top.’
Penny sometimes is a glass half empty type,
She knows I like bags and has given me many,
So I stuck a big one on the top of the bag and in my head it nicely tucked upside down into the floor of my front seat knowing full well there was no way at sixty-five I would ever get it onto a seat.
Penny had driven the bag we were selling to Pete to Pete’s, who lives down the street from me,
He hadn’t wanted to come out to fetch it wanted to do it Thursday,
It was in Penny’s Jeep and Thurday the jeep would be with Penny who sleeps to three, then it takes two hours to get ready to drive to work,
Penny looks at me and says you should have the reluctant Pete take your bag inside!
No, I said!
Why says Pen!
I said because the bag has to then be poured some into my orange five gallon pail, then the rest jammed in my front closet with her mom’s tallest none working electriclux vaccum and my hand me down flag,
Sometimes my adopted sister forgets my home is like mother Hubbard’s house,
Trying not to sound condescending and as nice as you please say ‘the sack has to be stored in my car! Because just stuck in the front door of my home will be like notifying the barracuda fresh meat has arrived.
I will come back late in totally darkness to one hell of a mess on the crappy ass no idea why men thought that a wood floor that lists downward was a good idea for any woman’s KITCHEN!
My car sat awaiting the fifty pound bag in front of Penny’s Motel in Oelwein Iowa of three months at $315×12=$3780. She could have bought one of the old relics in Quasqueton Iowa’s trailer park. Mine will cost me twenty grand it’s the newest one here.
I’ll do a video and post it,
You will miss the fun it isn’t going to be and the cold of Quasqueton,Iowa, in Buchanan County in Northern,Iowa, and the distress of this lesbian.
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Val Whitewolf 