I went to see my friend Mary, the framer, along with Gary Cooper whose paper got wet as a result of a recent leak.
I expected her to be so happy after being closed for three months.
She bitched and moaned the whole time I was there.
If I heard Taps mewling in the background, it wouldn’t have surprised me.
I said, “Mary, you’re finally open. How great. Business can resume.”
Let’s just say, if she could have stabbed me, she would have.
I can see the headline in the Post now…
‘POLLYANNA FATALLY FRAMED ON UPPER EAST SIDE’
Is bitching just a bad habit, like biting your nails or chewing your hair?
When my dear Governor finally allowed us to go from red to yellow, I expected a celebration, not a funeral cortege snaking down the ave.
In any event, when I was able to tool into the Discount Depot to stock up on Swiffer refills, I was kicking up my heels.
Pollyanna, with clean floors.