The “A Midget Stripper Stole My Phone” Story
Her name is Heather and after she has had a few cocktails she likes to tell the story of a stripper stealing her cell phone. She swears she thinks it’s the funniest thing because it’s true. Everyone always laughs on cue, but then everyone stops laughing because they realize they just laughed at a story in which the actual word midget was used, often.
She starts with commentary on the necessity of brewmeisters for peace throughout the world, the statistics of bar fights and drunken violence being misconstrued by the media. Hiring a brewmeister for every neighborhood would do the world a little good. At least for the time being. Satisfied with the attention, she then tells the midget stripper story.
The stripper took the stage. She took a picture. The stripper took her phone and threw it into a trash can. The stripper refused to retrieve the phone. Heather refused to dig through the trash, even for the picture of the stripper. She told me to dig through the trash. I refused, even for the picture. She called me stupid. I called her stupid. I thought we’d never come back from that one.
Daily Prompt: Use it or lose it – Write about anything you’d like, but make sure the post includes this sentence: “I thought we’d never come back from that one.”