This Week's Ten Word Challenge Is: follow-up, buffalo wings, silversmith, furniture, as the crow flies, little red roadster, photograph, pencil pusher, argument, streaking
And here is my entry:
"For the sake of argument, could we just assume that the furniture won't fit in the car?" Jerry kicked the side of his little red roadster and frowned. "Besides, I'm hungry and want some kick-ass buffalo wings."
Mary sighed. She held onto the photograph of the sofa. She thought to herself, "Why the fuck did I marry this pencil pusher?" She smiled sweetly and said, "Jerry, I thought you did the follow-up to find out the size of the sofa?"
He shook his head, still pouting. He was sweating, beads of perspiration streaking through his spray-on tan. Mary patted Jerry's arm. She walked over to the silversmith and said, "Where can we go for some really spicy wings?"
The man scratched his head, and then pointed south. "About 39 miles as the crow flies my sister's got a chicken shack. It'll take about an hour on these roads, though."
Martha sat in her overly bright kitchen, listening to the mournful fog horn and playing with her mashed potatoes. She hated T.S. Eliot a lot, quite frankly, and could not understand why he was such a hero in Ireland, or anywhere else, for that matter. But Martha was as far from a book worm as you could be - her favorite book was the Yellow Pages.