Here’s this week’s submission!
by Miles H. Rost
“Charlie, you have gone too far.”
Doris MacInally looked out the window and shook her head at her son, Charles.
“How, Mom?” Charlie inquired.
“I remember when you were putting snowplow machinery on old Bel Air chassis.”
“Now, you’re putting a mobile oil derrick in the bed of a Ford F-250?”
“What can I say, Mom? There’s a need for more of them up here in North Dakota, so why not make them mobile?”
“Will it actually be able to stay and hold while oil goes everywhere?”
“That’s what the plastic tarp is for.”
“What plastic tarp…no. NO YOU DID NOT…”
“No one liked that tablecloth anyways.”
Doris began to chase her son across the yard, rolling pin in hand, as he giggled all the way.