Saturday, October 13, 2012

Why do I always attract the weirdos?

‘Why do I always attract the weirdos?’ Jenny moaned.

‘They’re all weirdos,’ Tessa replied.  ‘They’re men.’

‘But they have their uses,’ Katie said.

‘Yeah, but only one.’


‘What?  It’s true.  They’re good at taking out the bins.’

‘The last one who came up to me smelt like he lived in a bin,’ Jenny said and took a sup of her lager.

‘At least they provide you with good anecdotes.’

‘There has to be a least one nice man out there.’

‘And here he comes now.  Your knight in shining armour.’ 

‘Oh god, he even looks like a bin man!’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.


Anonymous said...

Rob - Oh, well-done. You've just clearly outlined one important reason I'm glad I'm married - no need to be in circulation...

pattinase (abbott) said...

You are a master at these. Funny, scary, pithy all.

Rob Kitchin said...

Wrote this one in a couple of minutes on the train. Overhead two sentences and went from there:

'Why do I always attract the weirdos?'

'Well, at least you have great anecdotes.'

(I wasn't the weirdo, by the way!)