07-02-2020, 12:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-04-2020, 10:49 PM by Terry Bentley.)
Chapter 47
I stuff the two ten dollar bills in my pocket while Steve just gives me a very angry looking stare. OK maybe not angry, but definitely not happy. What? Whats that look for? You are gonna give me one of those Hamiltons or will regret ever knowing me. I knew Steve was horsing around, but sure did sound convincing at the moment. Oh, you want one of these? Well, uh, let me think on it for a while. Didnt you just throw this stuff down on the table looking for bigger treasure?
Not sooner had I said, then Steve launched off the stool and tackled me down to the floor. We got rough for a few minutes and then I gave in. Alright, dude. Man you dont have to get all serious about it. I guess you earned the ten spot. Steve snatched the two bills from my hand before they were was completely pulled out of my pocket. Then throws one of them on the floor next to me.
As he tries to stand back up, accidentally knocks one of the stools over with his foot. Just like you see in the movies, we both stop and watch everything commence in slow motion. The stool topples slightly and then falls. It slams against that decrepit box fan. That poor old fan gets knocked over again, just like it did the other night. This time tho it sort of explodes in a big way.
One of the aluminum blades makes a harsh slapping crunching sound and flies out into the surrounding cage. Now the motor is spinning way out of ba1ance and starting to hop and bounce around on the floor. The other two blades still rotating are beating up against the one broken blade.
A lot of commotion going as Steve jumps up saying, "Alrighty then, we are good now. Uh, well, oh, I guess its probably time for me to go home. Yea, I am sure it is about time for dinner. See ya" Then Steve sprinted out the garage door. In a flash he was gone. I just sat up still there on the floor and watched all the noise and commotion for a moment.
Then after a loud screech, the motor finally quit spinning and bouncing around. The two rotating blades had been jammed and wedged tightly against the broken one. Everything went quiet. There was only a faint noise coming from the motor now. Just barely singing out a slight hum. I reached over grabbing the cord and pulled the plug from the wall. There is a big arc from the outlet. The frayed cord pulled out from the plug end. It was dead. The lights went out. Holy hot sauce! Sure wasnt expecting that. I just started laughing.
I stuff the two ten dollar bills in my pocket while Steve just gives me a very angry looking stare. OK maybe not angry, but definitely not happy. What? Whats that look for? You are gonna give me one of those Hamiltons or will regret ever knowing me. I knew Steve was horsing around, but sure did sound convincing at the moment. Oh, you want one of these? Well, uh, let me think on it for a while. Didnt you just throw this stuff down on the table looking for bigger treasure?
Not sooner had I said, then Steve launched off the stool and tackled me down to the floor. We got rough for a few minutes and then I gave in. Alright, dude. Man you dont have to get all serious about it. I guess you earned the ten spot. Steve snatched the two bills from my hand before they were was completely pulled out of my pocket. Then throws one of them on the floor next to me.
As he tries to stand back up, accidentally knocks one of the stools over with his foot. Just like you see in the movies, we both stop and watch everything commence in slow motion. The stool topples slightly and then falls. It slams against that decrepit box fan. That poor old fan gets knocked over again, just like it did the other night. This time tho it sort of explodes in a big way.
One of the aluminum blades makes a harsh slapping crunching sound and flies out into the surrounding cage. Now the motor is spinning way out of ba1ance and starting to hop and bounce around on the floor. The other two blades still rotating are beating up against the one broken blade.
A lot of commotion going as Steve jumps up saying, "Alrighty then, we are good now. Uh, well, oh, I guess its probably time for me to go home. Yea, I am sure it is about time for dinner. See ya" Then Steve sprinted out the garage door. In a flash he was gone. I just sat up still there on the floor and watched all the noise and commotion for a moment.
Then after a loud screech, the motor finally quit spinning and bouncing around. The two rotating blades had been jammed and wedged tightly against the broken one. Everything went quiet. There was only a faint noise coming from the motor now. Just barely singing out a slight hum. I reached over grabbing the cord and pulled the plug from the wall. There is a big arc from the outlet. The frayed cord pulled out from the plug end. It was dead. The lights went out. Holy hot sauce! Sure wasnt expecting that. I just started laughing.