Chet, scooting the stool back from the bar: “Colleen, it was nice to meet you. Could I come to your place tomorrow night?”
Colleen: “That sounds great. How shall I prepare?”
Chet: “An inviting table would be nice. We’ll talk and find out about each other, let nature take its course.”
Colleen: “Will 8:00 be okay?”
At 7:58 the next evening a whistling Chet eagerly knocks on the door.
Colleen, opening the door: “Oh, come on in. I have the table prepared along with some resource books. I’m so glad to have met someone else who’s interested in natural science.”
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
What a great story! I laughed at this one — and, honestly? I can see myself pulling the same stunt.
I answered this before. Must be going by snail mail. We appear to be babe’s in the woods. Naive – per chance?
Ha, not what Chet was expecting at all!
Chet was lucky she had not suggested a dozen red roses; I’m sure he would have counted that as a nice tip. At least the trip didn’t cost him much.
What a great twist for Chet!
I think nature might not have given Chet enough brain power to quickly know how to get out of this situation. He probably did not know “nature” involved the study of sea shells!
Let nature take its course indeed! Your story made me laugh.
Good. I love folks who see as funny what I see as funny! Thanks. 😀
🙂 Chet gets a great surprise 🙂
Here’s my story- Nature’s Treasure – Anita
I liked your story, Anita. Nice hiding place for his treasures; nice ending for us. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Is Chet there to study natural science? I doubt!
Chet had a bad evening!
I wonder if they both had the same idea in mind? Somehow I doubt it.
No, both were left feeling rejected. 😀
You’ve written a fun comedy of errors! I wonder how the rest of the evening played out?
Chet went home; Colleen cried. 😀
Love it! Wonderful insight into misinterpretation of words and intention. ❤
Cute miscommunication and misinterpretation on both sides. Always fun to turn an idiom on its head!
You have a neat way with words, “turn an idiom on its head.” 😀
I would smile, but they both lost out.😊
This one made me laugh. I don’t think that was quite what Chet had in mind 🙂
It had been an awfully long time since he looked at a text book! 😀
Ha, very amusing story. Great take on the prompt
Thank you. I just came from reading your blog on this prompt. You have a nice way to communicate to the senses. 😀