We’d been driving all day by the time we pulled into town, and my dad was even more pissed off than normal. We were all hungry and tired. The motel sign read no vacancy, and the only restaurant still open was a hole in the wall Chinese joint.
“What the hell is this?” he asked. “First no fries or cheeseburgers, and now this shit?”
“They’re chopsticks, Henry,” my mom said. “Use them to pick up your food, like this.”
“I don’t do friggin chopsticks,” he said, stabbing his orange chicken with one chopstick. “Now, pass me that dang Chinese ketchup.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
My 100 word story written about the photo prompt above. Read more below.
Ha ha, hilarious. Nice.
Glad you were able to see my humorous intents. Thank you.
I hope the old grouch uses A LOT!!!!
the old man does love his ketchup
I know what it’s like to be hungry, tired, and bedless.
It could really bust your chop sticks, so to speak.
Dad’s eating Chinese shish kabob.
That will shut him up!
Let’s hope so. The last lines that got cut:
We were all afraid to tell him it wasn’t ketchup.
It was great without it
This is so realistic and made me laugh. I think Dad is in for a shock. 😉 Good one.
J.D., If I was one of the family, I’d move back from the table–way back. Funny and well-written story. 🙂 —Susan
Dear J.D. Smart mouthed teenager will soon learn that it’s not ketsup. Great story! And, like Susan, I would move back from the table too! Nan 🙂
I have to think that Mom was probably was probably smiling when she passed him that Chinese ketchup. Love this!
A typo a typo. 😉 Oops.
Thanks for reading. Let’s just say dad is in for a surprise. I hate tyops, but usually don’t see them until its too late.