I told her, the size of the container doesn’t matter I will
not stop eating them until the last jellybean has traveled
down my gullet and safely made its way into my stomach.
Okay, she said, noted.
with a slight hint of amusement.
My turn. I spent 18 months in jail for beating a woman
into a coma, because she scuffed up my shoe.
Well,
She asked,
aren’t you going to say something?
You have a great smile, I said.
She stood up and casually walked out of the
restaurant, and I got a glimpse of her shoes.
Not a scuff on them.
