*Thanks to those wbo gave me some words on Friday to make a story around. It did add a challenging twist for me! Here is the list of words that were given. Spaceship,Sphygmamanometer, Fly swatter, Deli sandwich,Family Bible, Umbrella,Truss.
Bob and Jerry stopped and stared. They had taken a break from fishing and went on a walk, coming to a stop at this most unique, covered bridge.
Jerry clapped Bob on the shoulder, “How did you get your school bus up there?” He joked. Bob had recently retired from being a bus driver.
Jerry put his hands on the trusses. “The framework is solid.” He had retired from being a construction worker.’ Now the old friends spent a lot of time fishing and enjoying a more laid back pace.
They both had always lived a life of bachelor hood. Thats how they met one day. Both ate at the same deli often and were ordering aandwiches. Ham and Swiss cheese on rye with a pickle please, was the sandwich that Bob had asked for, with some salt and vinegar chips on the side. Jerry stood behind him ready to order the same thing. A friendship was born and has been going strong eversince.
One day Bob visited his sister. He opened the screen door and smelled fresh apple pie baking. He stood there for a moment inhaling the sweet aroma.
“Close the door! You are letting the fly’s in! I been chasing fly’s all morning with my fly swatter. Tina had her three young boys here earlier, and they were running in and out.
Bob closed the door right away. He didn’t want to make Naomi mad and not get some fresh apple pie.
“Sorry I missed seeing the boys. They are fun little rascals.”
Naomi shook her head. “And you are the biggest rascal of all.” She smacked his hand that was holding the knife to cut a piece of the pie. “Its still hot, patience!”
Bob stuck out his bottom lip.
“Your poor wife would have had her hands full with you! A good thing you didn’t get married.”
“HA! I am the lucky one. I don’t have a Honey-do chore list a mile long every morning. Remember those lists mom made for dad?”
Naomi laughed. “Yes. And you could always hear him muttering to himself as he walked out of the house with it in his hands.”
At last the pie was cooled off enough to cut and Bob was rewarded for his patience. Naomi joined him at the table and they chatted about the day.
“The boys enjoyed looking at the Family Bible this morning. They wanted to know who all the names were written inside on the Family Tree. I could only tell them some. Do you know who Cora Beth or Alice were? ”
Bob shrugged his shoulders. “Nope, ask Aunt Clara, she may know. Maybe Cora Beth was the special sister, the one no one ever talked about. Know what I mean, the crazy one. Every family has one, right?”
“Most definitely and I think they are all given the name Bob.” She said with a wink. Bob made a face in reply. They had a pleasant visit and then Bob rushed out the door to meet Jerry at the lake.
Bob had just reached the lake with his fishing pole and bait when the clouds opened up. Jerry wasn’t there, apparently he had checked the forecast, unlike Bob. The rain showered down upon him as he thought about his umbrella in the car.
Later that night Bob was sitting out in the glider on his porch listening to the crickets chirping. The rain storm had passed over pretty quickly and it was the perfect temperature outside.
In the distant Bob saw flashing bright neon green lights. What were they? The brightness was growing in its intensity as they got closer!
Bob started feeling a little dizzy. Was he hallucinating? Perhaps his blood pressure was up again. He had misplaced his sphygmanometer and hadn’t checked his blood pressure in awhile.
Bob stood up. No way! It couldn’t be. A real spaceship was landing in his yard! Jerry would never believe this.
The spaceship landed and Bob was mesmerized. When the door to the spaceship opened he was blinded by the light that he almost fell down. Slowly he managed to walk towards the ship, as if he was in a trance.
Nobody could figure it out the next day. There was a big circle in Bob’s yard. The grass had been burned and Bob was nowhere to be found.
Hurry up and find him. I want to know where he is.
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I will try. 🙂
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You did it. I was wondering how you would manage to get sphygmomanometer in there.
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I actually almost forgot sphygmomanometer! Had finished the story and was checking it over when I realized it! A certain stooge wouldn’t have let me forget it if I had missed using it! LOL!
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Very creative!
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed the story. 🙂
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Technically, you failed in your assignment. You used “trusses” instead of “truss.” And you misspelled sphygmomanometer. I’m giving you a chance to bring your “F” up, but you’ll have to write a new post using all these words, properly.
Meanwhile, Bob is now living on the planet, Schtupiter, where he has been enslaved. He’s been assigned the job of driving a bus for Schtupiter school kids.
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😶🤚! ….mmm….! Told you I would misspell it, doolally. You are just lucky that I remembered the sphyg….. I had finished the story when I realized that I had forgotten to use it!
“Trusses is the same thing, just more of them, dummkopf.
I want an A next time. 🙂
Poor Bob!
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Okay, I’m going to grade you on a curb. I’m going to find the nearest curb and toss your grade down a sewer grate.
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Ha! I will get my A next time, you will see.
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If I didn’t care so much about Snowball and Tippner, I might argue this. But I guess I’ll have to agree with you.
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Smart move!
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Perhaps on this planet the doctors are hippos and he can have his blood pressure checked by a Sphygmopotamus.
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Oh gosh! Now you are going to have me confused and write Sphygmopotamus when I mean to write that other Sphyg… word!
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Relax. I’m sure if you make a typo, nobody will bother you about it.
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LOL! Riiiiight! 😛 I am sure certain stooges will be looking extra close!
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Me? I can’t even spell pymospedometer.
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PUNderhead! You may want to duck soon. 🙂
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I was just trying to make you feel better about not being able to spell fygrophlamometer.
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I’d come up with some medical instrument puns, but I’m leaving real soon for a road trip, and I don’t do house calls.
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House calls are easy. If you can do a duck call, you can learn to do a house call.
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Well, I have been called a quack.
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Groaning!
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You forgot the head smack.
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“Funnny!” I didn’t forget, they have to be earned and you already got one earlier.
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You need a punmosmackometer.
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A meter to measure if the pun is worthy? Hmmm….I think I do have something similar. THUNK! Did you feel the smack? The pun was worthy. 😄
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Not fair to attack while I am walking in the park
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“Sooo sorry!” (Cough, cough)
Off work today? Or making the park your office today? 🙂
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Getting ready for work. I am working at home today.
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Nice! You can take your coffee breaks in the park.
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No, I walk in the morning before it gets too hot. It will be well over 100F again today. For like the 30th day in a row. We had by far the hottest July in history and August will probably be the same.
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UGH! How do you do it? You need what my son got for work in the warehouse. A battery operated fan like thing that you wear around your neck. 🙂
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I take an evening walk when it cools back down to the mid 90s. I went hiking Sunday afternoon in the heat at the lake and it wasn’t too bad. Saw a coyote
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I guess its just what one learns to adapt too. You can always jump in the lake if too 🔥 hot.
Was the coyote up close?
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Yes, it came walking up the trail behind me and then went in to the bushes. I heard them after that but couldn’t see them hiding. I think it was a juvenile. It kind of surprised me as I was shooting some butterflies and I got a sort of blurry photo of it.
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Wow! That is close. It wanted to play hide and seek with you.
Oooh Butterflies, there are so many pretty ones.
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Yay! I mean what a shame that you can’t think of more puns.
Enjoy and I hope you are taking your spygh…. along!
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Sometimes I feel like I’m under a lot of pressure to come up with a pun, so perhaps a sphygmomanometer would be helpful.
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“Haha!” Didn’t you leave yet?
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Not yet. I’m trying to drag myself away from this conversation.
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So hard, isn’t it! Be safe on the road, don’t hit any cows. And don’t be gone too long.
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Huh, what was that? Damn, now I have to respond . . .
Thanks. Yes, I will be safe. I’ll try not to drive too fast in my effort to make up for lost time, leaving late. But if I’m killed on the road, I might be gone too long. (At least for some people.)
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Well, hell, I was hoping for a response to this. Do you know how long I waited for a response? I could be on the road by now. Well, alright, I’m signing off now. See you in awhile . . .
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Sorry! I had to hit the road too, so I could get a massage. 😊
But yes, don’t die, that would be sad 😢.
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A massage eh? I hope you got your kneads met.
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Aren’t you “,funnny!” But yes, it very helpful. 🙂
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Poor Bob. What if the aliens aren’t able to fill his blood pressure medication prescription? I fear that only a bovine super hero can save him now.
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Oh help! 😶🤚!
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Nice job on a charming story. But I’m guessing there will be a Part 2 with a certain cow or hippo coming to the rescue of the pie snatching Bob.
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Yes, this story can’t be allowed to end without a singing Sphygmopotamus. 🙂
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Haha! Thanks for the help Meg!.🙃
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Bwahahaha!
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