Charlotte (pictured) was both amused and yet troubled; her recent trip to the Greek islands had been cancelled; it turns out she had been put on the “no fly list” by TSA. The trouble came about when a midlevel TSA bureaucrat read an article in The Scientific American during lunch where scientists had demonstrated mathematically that it was impossible for bees to fly, and, he wondered, if bees couldn’t fly, how would that affect the rest of the passengers and plane. . .
As the rhyme goes, “Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet (?) eating her curds and whey, when along came a spider and sat down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away. The neighbors were all asking, was this just government overreach or a new threat to our children . . .
Gaylord was guilty, his wife screamed at him. In fact he was guilty of mass murder of all of those wildflowers that had sprung up when the longer-than-usual spring rainy period made it impossible to get the mower out to cut the grass. The flowers had used the lull to stage a coup–and now they were paying for it. Gaylord the flower murderer said he was sorry . . .
Maintaining border security was a tough job, but necessary; the men in blue seemed to be doing a good job for this sector . . .
When the new girls hit the beach for the first time in Florida for spring break, they felt like they had been surrounded by a bunch of hyenas or a pack of wolves. The concept of just relaxing or getting a tan appeared to be somewhat problematic . . .
Wanting to be more than just another pretty face, Rose Pinque (yes, her actual name) wasn’t sure what to call herself; it seemed like all the rose or pink names had been used to a fare-thee-well, and somehow Elvis or The Boss just didn’t seem right. And anyway, she sang the blues . . .
