Thank you to Michael Marano for hosting the Brown Bag Lunch yesterday. I hope I speak for everyone when I say it was entertaining and enlightening. It really got me thinking about my past and what mundane experiences I can craft into crazy tales for publication. As Michael mentioned if you felt you might persue your story further you may not want to post it for all eyes to see but I don't partically feel close to kitty litter boxes or hospital corners so I thought I'd post mine for fun. I'd love to read others to get some perspective on different POVs.

FYI - this is unedited and was written in 10 minutes so be kind if you choose to critique!

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“Honest to God I can’t believe I married you,” said my husband.

“Well you did, so which of us does that make an idiot?” I asked.

“I’ve got to go but when I get back those cats better be using the four hundred dollar liter box you bought at Hammacher-Schumler last week.”

I cringed at the memory. Four hundred dollars was Dan’s entire week's pay but I just loved the box, it sparkled, it spoke to me but apparently it didn’t speak to Steinbeck and Hemmy, my beloved felines.

As Dan slammed out the door I grabbed my heels from the counter and carried them into the bathroom.

“What is with you guys?” I asked the cats who were standing around the litter box. “If you won’t use that thing could you just use the toilet like regular people, please?” I pulled down my nylons and sat on the white oval.

“See, it’s not that hard,” I said knowing I could be committed to a loony bin for having a conversation with two stubborn cats while peeing.

“Give it a try,” I said as I threw my shoes on the floor and stuffed my feet into them. I ran into the bedroom and threw the comforter over the bed hiding the mussed sheets. It was an old trick I learned one summer when I worked as a maid.

“I’ll be back later,” I said to the cats who had followed me into the bedroom and were preparing to jump on the bed the moment I turned my back. “Oh crap I really gotta go.” My watch read 6:43, my train was leaving in seven minutes. It took me five to walk to the station so I had to get moving.

I’d clean Dan’s bathroom when I got home. I’d have to catch the early train but it would be worth it to avoid his wrath. Sometimes I felt like I was walking on eggs around him. One wrong step and I was up to my ankles in a gooey mess.

I ran out of the house, locking the door as I went. I walk-ran to the station and looked around. My train crush was nowhere to be found. I felt my heart deflate a little as I looked behind me.

“Hey there stranger,” came his smooth deep voice.

“Oh, hi,” I said trying to seem nonchalant.

“You looking for me?” he asked moving a little closer.

“No, I um.. was just looking, I thought I may have dropped my keys but they are….” I reached into my bag to pull out my keys but couldn’t find them. I started searching in earnest as I felt him watching me with a smirk.

“Oh crap, I must have left them at home,” I said.

“I thought you dropped them,” he laughed.

“I’ve got to go get them.”

“Just relax, you can deal with it when you get home. Doesn’t your husband have a set?”

“He does but….”

“But you’re afraid he’ll be pissed you locked them in the house?”

“No, I..” for some reason I felt compelled to defend Dan. “I just feel weird without them.”

“Then let’s go,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Let’s go to your house and get them,” he said. “The next train is in thirty minutes, that should be more than enough time.”

“Enough tine for what?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” he said smiling.