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“You need to be gett’n off my property,” Roger Lowell shouted at the men on his porch.
“Mr. Lowell, we’re with the Police, and need a brief word with you. May we come in?”
“Do it right there, or not at all,” Lowell replied.
“Yes Sir, we can do it that way,” Officer Brown assured him.
“What’s this ’bout? I bet it’s that damn pith-helmeted scoundrel. Coming up here pound’n on my door like a fury.”
“Yes, it’s about the postman. He says you’re bit of a misanthrope.”
“I ain’t no misan-anything. Don’t care for people much – is all.”
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #169 – Misanthrope in 99 words
Good one, Padre!
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Point made, eh? 😉
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A few knocks or a note under the door might have been nicer. Poor old Codger.
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Oh, exactly!
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Just when I thought I had forgot how to laugh, you post this and I am entertained.
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Thanks
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