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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Where I Started But In A Different Place
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Dec 2nd, 2004, 05:06 PM
The Green Bean
As I have neither garbage disposal nor dishwasher, I rely on my trusty trapper/stopper to stop food-stuffs from going down my drain. Usually, with keen eye, I stop these interlopers from reaching the front lines of my wash basin with a simple scrape into the garbage; however, every once in a while, one of the clever bastards manages to get behind enemy lines. Call it camouflage ... give it a name ... whatever. The fact is that this cannot be tolerated. So there I was, having finished the dishes and pulled the plunger on the trapper-stopper, awaiting only the glorious gurgle of the last remaining teaspoons of soapy water to exit my drain in a Palmolive vortex, thus signifying the satisfaction of a job well done. That's when I noticed this story's anatagonist ... the green been. With soapy hand, I attempted to grab the scoundrel, only to have it slip trhough my hand ... adrift in thje vortex and making it's way to the now open drain. Egads! My sneaky nemesis was looking to undo me in plumbing damages. I made a last desperate attempt to snag the green demon before it entered the dark, gaping maw. This time I was more successful, but, having pulled it free of the dangers of the wash basin, my green enemy freed itself from my grasp and fell unto the kitchen floor. I immediately spied the fiend in his escape attempt. I was laughing impudently ... Nay! Mockingly ... at me from the kitchen floor. "Never darken my door again, Green One!", I scowled as I reached down to pick up the laughing legume.
End Part 1. Please tune in next week for further adventures of "The Green Bean".
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