It is time for the next installment of "Choose Your Own Adventure"!!! I hardly need remind you that your timely voting will significantly change the outcome of this humble story, yes, and even the world.
Chapter 1
It all began last spring when I overheard a collection of old bats on lawn chairs refer to me as a "coot." A coot. I mulled over that word for days. A coot! And me only 79. I deeply resented the reference both to my age and my general appearance. And it got me thinking. I had a moment not unlike the one 25 years ago when I bought that ridiculous boat. What if this is what my life will always look like? Except now, I can count with my toes the years of my future independence. I shudder even now, at the recollection. That was a terrifying 10 minutes. I had the urge to escort each and every one of those self-satisfied, spectacled "school girls" to the front porch of THEIR decrepitude and encourage fresh introspection. And a made a decision. I determined a course of action, an "I'll show them" plan that dusted off decade old ambition. I decided to
a.) buy Wall Street
b.) find Nancy Ashton
c.) run Spain
a.) buy Wall Street
b.) find Nancy Ashton
c.) run Spain
10 comments:
a!
b. if Nancy Ashton is the girl that jilted him when he was 49, having been widowed 10 years.
Definitely c. The world probably needs more spontaneous dictators... :-)
I'm going with b. Need to find out who Nancy Ashton really is.
I'm going to vote C because I'm pretty sure it's a reference to You've Got Mail, and it cracks me up.
If I remember right, Birdie had a love affair with someone who ran Spain.
It was his job. He ran it.
Um...but b. Definitely b.
melissa
b
b, please!
b!
c, please.
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