Kris’s hip is busted. My hip hurts.
“Kris, why you always wearing a giant key ring on your belt and such heavy boots?”
Kris just limps some more. We keep walking. Our trek is from Times Square to a Village bar to meet up with Andrew and Andrew.
We need to take care of one another. Because if his hip hurts, my hip hurts.
“Should we call an Uber?”
“Nah, we are almost there.”
Andrew and Andrew both had long days. We all sit and hip hurt together. Finally, no one is left sober. No one is left with hip hurt.
This is a cute little story.
Thank you! I appreciate your support.
Clever use of an old truth; never date, or worse marry, anyone you meet in an establishment serving alcohol; tonight we’re beautiful, but tomorrow, we’re sober.
true true
Not quite sure what’s going on here, but I liked it. This is a neat little tale to which one can assign his or her own meaning. Good job!
thank you!!
Actually, I get that same kind of feedback often –
“Not quite sure what’s going on here, but I liked it” 🙂
Love it.