Monday, March 07, 2005


Mr. Peavey didn't mind taking his wife to the mall. Sure her tryings-on of every article of female covering with a three-digit price were about as fun to watch as a filibuster, but Peavey knew a secret. On the other side of the mall there was always some hot entertainment going on: scantily clad females whirling through the kind of motions that never failed to intrigue males. Peavey made his usual excuse. He would inquire at the travel agency about all the wonderful places he could take his dear partner-for-life on their next anniversary. As soon as she vanished inside the changing booth Mr. Peavey fairly galloped to the show and watched entranced, face glowing like a little boy at Christmas who found not one but two bicycles under the tree. He daydreamed as his eyes followed the gyrating bodies and his mind whirled on the nuances of the tropical dance. He would have to suggest an island cruise to Mrs. Peavey, and this time he would gladly come along with her. Unfortunately Mr. Peavey did not notice his wife sneaking up behind him. He also did not notice the mall wastebasket crashing down on his head. The dancing girls noticed, but didn't allow it to break their concentration. They were used to this sort of thing.

Story #179

7 comments:

The Mushroom said...

My wife always asks me what I see in women who look like that. Which is a stupid question, since it's not what a man sees IN a woman like that, it's what he sees ON a woman like that. Of course, the question of IN is easier to come up with something that won't get him clocked than the question of ON, so we guys do get the 'out'. At least with my bride, I can always ask, "so what do you see in Jimmy Smits, or Alan Jackson, or Robson Green?" That dreamy look her face takes gets me off the hook -- unless of course the person I was looking at was under age 19, funny how that works out.

Doug said...

That's funny. Great idea for a blog. Thanks for dropping by my site.

deryke said...

poor guy. getting beat down with an erection always sucks.

annasbrew said...

Man, whatever happened to No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service? This troop of plucky gals are in violation of not one, but two of the most sacred laws relating to mall patrons. Has the revolution begun? If so, three words. Bring it on.

Armchair Genius said...

Great story, I of course love the filibuster comment :)

I am a big fan of your site and it is one of my daily reads.

Abby Taylor said...

Now I understand where they get the phrase "strip mall."

The Mushroom said...

LOL @ Annasbrew and Abby. And Deryke: yes, but beating down on an erection can be fun. :)