| Humor Fiction posted December 17, 2024 |
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1,700 words. Let's get rowdy and meet Gladys!
Turn Right at the Moon ~ Part 5
by papa55mike
Pat and Glenda collapse into a booth by the window, and the darkness draws a gasp from them both. Pat finds a little peace in the depth of space.
Glenda briefly studies her and asks, "What do you see out there?"
"Something that I may never find, Glenda. A treasure, happiness, or a little peace."
"Pat, don't you get all deep on me like Chloe? One is enough!"
"It's not like that, Glenda. But lately, I sure have loved the quiet."
"What's that? We have three grandchildren and their parents living with us. My only quiet time is in the morning, listening to a symphony of snoring throughout the house. But the coffee is good."
The side door opens, letting in a blast of cold air while a man dressed in a fine suit escorts a tall, elegant woman through the door. She's dressed in a hot pink pantsuit with gold trim, carrying a massive matching purse with hair perfectly styled in that gray-blonde color that's all the rage.
The elegant woman turns to her driver and says, "You better wait in the cruiser, Harold. It might take a while."
He chuckles and says, "You take your time, Miss Gladys. I'll be just fine. Page me when you're ready."
"Thank you, sweetie."
Harold slips out the door, and Gladys heads toward the counter. She sees Pat and Glenda lounging in that booth and asks, "What are you two old heifers doing, milking the clock? I happen to be the mother of the owner!"
Pat and Glenda jumped out of that booth like they were shot out of a cannon, hollering, "Gladys!" They fall into each other's arms in a loving embrace.
Pat is the first to come up for air. "It's been over two years since we've seen you, Gladys."
"I know, darlings, but I had a few health scares to get through. You know these doctors today can make you a new woman if you have the money...I do."
Glenda says, "You sit right down here and tell us all about."
"I was hoping you'd say that, Glenda. I brought a friend," Gladys reaches inside her purse and pulls out a liter of ten-year-old, 100-proof Jack Daniels. "It's the good stuff, sweeties."
"Well, let me get out my shot glasses." Pat heads to her office.
Gladys says, "She'll take forever. Open that bottle, Glenda."
There's the snap of the seal breaking in Glenda's hand. Gladys takes the bottle, tips it up, and takes a two-swallow swig. She hands the bottle to Glenda and belches.
Gladys shakes her head and says, "I'm on fire from head to toe."
Glenda repeats the process until Pat leaves the office, saying, "Ah, you started without me."
Gladys yells, "Well, step up and get caught up."
Pat takes the bottle and turns it up. She finishes, saying, "That burns so good. All right, girl. What's with the health issues?" Pat pours each one a shot.
"Well, I've had two new hearts since I last saw you. With the latest one, the doctors have my body so stimulated. I can't walk by a good-looking young man without my loins burning. I about killed the doctor at my last check-up. He was begging me to get off of him. But I kept riding that horse, honey."
Cackles abound!
Glenda asks, "Where can I get a doctor like that?"
Suddenly, the side door swings open again, and Chloe dashes inside. The gravity belt slings her across the floor. Knowing there are only seconds before being late. She tosses her backpack by the register while sliding behind the counter. Her black combat boots aren't much for traction, but she steadies herself when she hits the time clock. "Whew, eighteen seconds to spare."
Gladys asked Pat, "What the crap was that?"
Glenda answers, "Oh, that's our little angel in black leather and chains. Wait until you meet this one, Gladys."
Chloe steps toward the counter and sees the group staring at her marvelously. A little stunned, she says, "Evening, ladies."
Pat says, "Chloe, I want you to meet our dear friend Gladys Cooper. She built and opened the store."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've read about you and how you brought women into big business. Kicking those evil men to the curb!"
"Well, thank you, darling," Gladys beams. "You must be an avid reader."
Glenda adds, "You have no idea!"
Chloe gasps when she sees the bottle on the table. "Is that the ten-year-old Jack? That stuff is amazing."
Gladys says, "Come get you a shot."
"I wish, but I'm on the clock."
"Honey," Gladys smiles. "These two old broads are on the clock, too."
Chloe stares pleadingly at Pat, and she says, "I've never seen you drink. Get you a shot."
Chloe struts over to their table, takes the bottle in her hand, and takes a big swig. She slowly sets the bottle on the table, saying, "Whoa! That will get your motor running! I'd love to chat, but I have to open up. You can count on me listening to every word spoken." She starts her evening chores with one ear on their table.
Gladys says, "I like her, Pat. How long has she been working here?"
"A little over a year," Pat answers. "Chloe goes to college during the day."
With another round poured, Gladys asks, "Are you still with Carl, Glenda?"
"Yes, I'm still married to the village idiot. He's been working hard, though, with Christmas coming fast and three grandchildren living with us. He wants them to have a great holiday."
Gladys says, "There are some excellent qualities about men besides what's between their legs." The three of them crack up. "Does Trooper Jimmy still visit you, Pat? That's one hunk of man right there."
"Yeah, but he got married to one of those thirty-year-old trophy wives with bewitching, dark brown eyes, big boobs, and tiny butt."
Glenda says, "Frank Dallas is her new heartthrob now with those big, bedroom blue eyes."
"I could stare into them for days. One day, I'll whip out the tatas on him and have him all to myself."
Glenda says, "It always comes back to the big boobs for Pat."
Gladys adds, "I'd fall over if I had them."
With more shots poured, the banter continues until Chloe comes to make coffee. Gladys sees her in those black leather pants and how she's poured into them. She asks, "With your butt so fine in those leather britches, Chloe, I bet you have to beat the men with a stick."
"Ah...No. I haven't been with anybody since Chase and I parted ways over a year ago."
Pat says, "I didn't know you and Chase were once together. Why did you break up?"
Chloe answers, "It was after the shooting at the Ruby casino. I lost several friends that day, and in the days following, I wanted nothing to do with humanity. Shortly after that, I left Chase."
The three ladies are stunned into silence.
Gladys asks, "Do you still love him, sweetie?"
Chloe turns to them, tears in the corner of her eyes and a quiver in her voice. "Dearly, I'm sorry for dampening the mood. Gladys, you would look hot in a pair of leather pants. Stand up, and let's see."
Gladys stands, and they all compare her butt to Chloe's.
Chloe says, "Yes, ma'am. You have more to work with than I do and would drive those young men crazy."
"Where did you get them?" Gladys eagerly asks.
"Hot Topix on the Ruby, but you can order online."
"I'll order them in the morning."
Pat asks, "What about me?"
Chloe says, "You need a leather bustier. If you wore that here, every man would faint with a wet spot in the crotch of their jeans."
Pat lets out a girlish squeal, "Ooh!"
Gladys asks, "Do you have a picture of Chase?"
"I sure do," Chloe says, taking a picture from her billfold. "It's the last one we took together."
"My goodness," Gladys exclaims. "He's gorgeous, and you two would make beautiful babies."
Chloe blushes a little when Glenda asks, "Can we see?" She hands the picture to them.
"Wow," Pat says. "He surely loves you, Chloe."
"He did then, but we both have college and the Outlaw to keep us extremely busy now."
Gladys asks, "What are you studying, dear?"
"I'm working on a degree in English Lit, and Chase is working on his MFA in creative writing. Our goal then and now is to become teachers."
Gladys wraps her long arms around Chloe's neck and kisses her cheek, saying, "I'm rooting for you, sweetie."
"Thank you, Gladys. It means a lot coming from you. I've got to get back to work. You three still have a bottle to work on."
Glenda announces, "Yes, we do!"
The three sit back down, and the insane chatter continues for another two hours.
Finally, the three ladies stare at the last three inches of whiskey in the bottom of the bottle.
Pat asks, "Did we drink all of that?"
Gladys answers, "My head sure feels like it. Well, I need to page Harold."
"Yeah, Carl is going to think I left him," Glenda adds.
Gladys drunkenly exclaims, "I forgot to tell you the news. You know my 93rd birthday is on New Year's Eve, and I want to have the party here with all my friends. We'll close the store, and I'll supply all the goodies. What do you say to that, people?"
Pat, Glenda, and Chloe answer, "Yes, ma'am!"
Harold comes to collect Gladys, and she hands the bottle of whiskey to Chloe with her card, saying, "The rest is for you. Call me, sweetie, and we'll have coffee together."
Chloe answers, "It would be my pleasure."
Pat reaches for her keys, but Chloe takes them, saying, "Not tonight, Pat. You'd miss the Earth and end up lost in space." She turns to Harold and asks, "Would you take them home, sir?"
He answers, "Yes, ma'am. It isn't the first time." Harold herds them to the door.
Before exiting, they say, "We love you, Chloe."
"I love you three, too." The door closes, and Chloe says, "What a wild bunch."
Pat and Glenda collapse into a booth by the window, and the darkness draws a gasp from them both. Pat finds a little peace in the depth of space.
Glenda briefly studies her and asks, "What do you see out there?"
"Something that I may never find, Glenda. A treasure, happiness, or a little peace."
"Pat, don't you get all deep on me like Chloe? One is enough!"
"It's not like that, Glenda. But lately, I sure have loved the quiet."
"What's that? We have three grandchildren and their parents living with us. My only quiet time is in the morning, listening to a symphony of snoring throughout the house. But the coffee is good."
The side door opens, letting in a blast of cold air while a man dressed in a fine suit escorts a tall, elegant woman through the door. She's dressed in a hot pink pantsuit with gold trim, carrying a massive matching purse with hair perfectly styled in that gray-blonde color that's all the rage.
The elegant woman turns to her driver and says, "You better wait in the cruiser, Harold. It might take a while."
He chuckles and says, "You take your time, Miss Gladys. I'll be just fine. Page me when you're ready."
"Thank you, sweetie."
Harold slips out the door, and Gladys heads toward the counter. She sees Pat and Glenda lounging in that booth and asks, "What are you two old heifers doing, milking the clock? I happen to be the mother of the owner!"
Pat and Glenda jumped out of that booth like they were shot out of a cannon, hollering, "Gladys!" They fall into each other's arms in a loving embrace.
Pat is the first to come up for air. "It's been over two years since we've seen you, Gladys."
"I know, darlings, but I had a few health scares to get through. You know these doctors today can make you a new woman if you have the money...I do."
Glenda says, "You sit right down here and tell us all about."
"I was hoping you'd say that, Glenda. I brought a friend," Gladys reaches inside her purse and pulls out a liter of ten-year-old, 100-proof Jack Daniels. "It's the good stuff, sweeties."
"Well, let me get out my shot glasses." Pat heads to her office.
Gladys says, "She'll take forever. Open that bottle, Glenda."
There's the snap of the seal breaking in Glenda's hand. Gladys takes the bottle, tips it up, and takes a two-swallow swig. She hands the bottle to Glenda and belches.
Gladys shakes her head and says, "I'm on fire from head to toe."
Glenda repeats the process until Pat leaves the office, saying, "Ah, you started without me."
Gladys yells, "Well, step up and get caught up."
Pat takes the bottle and turns it up. She finishes, saying, "That burns so good. All right, girl. What's with the health issues?" Pat pours each one a shot.
"Well, I've had two new hearts since I last saw you. With the latest one, the doctors have my body so stimulated. I can't walk by a good-looking young man without my loins burning. I about killed the doctor at my last check-up. He was begging me to get off of him. But I kept riding that horse, honey."
Cackles abound!
Glenda asks, "Where can I get a doctor like that?"
Suddenly, the side door swings open again, and Chloe dashes inside. The gravity belt slings her across the floor. Knowing there are only seconds before being late. She tosses her backpack by the register while sliding behind the counter. Her black combat boots aren't much for traction, but she steadies herself when she hits the time clock. "Whew, eighteen seconds to spare."
Gladys asked Pat, "What the crap was that?"
Glenda answers, "Oh, that's our little angel in black leather and chains. Wait until you meet this one, Gladys."
Chloe steps toward the counter and sees the group staring at her marvelously. A little stunned, she says, "Evening, ladies."
Pat says, "Chloe, I want you to meet our dear friend Gladys Cooper. She built and opened the store."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've read about you and how you brought women into big business. Kicking those evil men to the curb!"
"Well, thank you, darling," Gladys beams. "You must be an avid reader."
Glenda adds, "You have no idea!"
Chloe gasps when she sees the bottle on the table. "Is that the ten-year-old Jack? That stuff is amazing."
Gladys says, "Come get you a shot."
"I wish, but I'm on the clock."
"Honey," Gladys smiles. "These two old broads are on the clock, too."
Chloe stares pleadingly at Pat, and she says, "I've never seen you drink. Get you a shot."
Chloe struts over to their table, takes the bottle in her hand, and takes a big swig. She slowly sets the bottle on the table, saying, "Whoa! That will get your motor running! I'd love to chat, but I have to open up. You can count on me listening to every word spoken." She starts her evening chores with one ear on their table.
Gladys says, "I like her, Pat. How long has she been working here?"
"A little over a year," Pat answers. "Chloe goes to college during the day."
With another round poured, Gladys asks, "Are you still with Carl, Glenda?"
"Yes, I'm still married to the village idiot. He's been working hard, though, with Christmas coming fast and three grandchildren living with us. He wants them to have a great holiday."
Gladys says, "There are some excellent qualities about men besides what's between their legs." The three of them crack up. "Does Trooper Jimmy still visit you, Pat? That's one hunk of man right there."
"Yeah, but he got married to one of those thirty-year-old trophy wives with bewitching, dark brown eyes, big boobs, and tiny butt."
Glenda says, "Frank Dallas is her new heartthrob now with those big, bedroom blue eyes."
"I could stare into them for days. One day, I'll whip out the tatas on him and have him all to myself."
Glenda says, "It always comes back to the big boobs for Pat."
Gladys adds, "I'd fall over if I had them."
With more shots poured, the banter continues until Chloe comes to make coffee. Gladys sees her in those black leather pants and how she's poured into them. She asks, "With your butt so fine in those leather britches, Chloe, I bet you have to beat the men with a stick."
"Ah...No. I haven't been with anybody since Chase and I parted ways over a year ago."
Pat says, "I didn't know you and Chase were once together. Why did you break up?"
Chloe answers, "It was after the shooting at the Ruby casino. I lost several friends that day, and in the days following, I wanted nothing to do with humanity. Shortly after that, I left Chase."
The three ladies are stunned into silence.
Gladys asks, "Do you still love him, sweetie?"
Chloe turns to them, tears in the corner of her eyes and a quiver in her voice. "Dearly, I'm sorry for dampening the mood. Gladys, you would look hot in a pair of leather pants. Stand up, and let's see."
Gladys stands, and they all compare her butt to Chloe's.
Chloe says, "Yes, ma'am. You have more to work with than I do and would drive those young men crazy."
"Where did you get them?" Gladys eagerly asks.
"Hot Topix on the Ruby, but you can order online."
"I'll order them in the morning."
Pat asks, "What about me?"
Chloe says, "You need a leather bustier. If you wore that here, every man would faint with a wet spot in the crotch of their jeans."
Pat lets out a girlish squeal, "Ooh!"
Gladys asks, "Do you have a picture of Chase?"
"I sure do," Chloe says, taking a picture from her billfold. "It's the last one we took together."
"My goodness," Gladys exclaims. "He's gorgeous, and you two would make beautiful babies."
Chloe blushes a little when Glenda asks, "Can we see?" She hands the picture to them.
"Wow," Pat says. "He surely loves you, Chloe."
"He did then, but we both have college and the Outlaw to keep us extremely busy now."
Gladys asks, "What are you studying, dear?"
"I'm working on a degree in English Lit, and Chase is working on his MFA in creative writing. Our goal then and now is to become teachers."
Gladys wraps her long arms around Chloe's neck and kisses her cheek, saying, "I'm rooting for you, sweetie."
"Thank you, Gladys. It means a lot coming from you. I've got to get back to work. You three still have a bottle to work on."
Glenda announces, "Yes, we do!"
The three sit back down, and the insane chatter continues for another two hours.
Finally, the three ladies stare at the last three inches of whiskey in the bottom of the bottle.
Pat asks, "Did we drink all of that?"
Gladys answers, "My head sure feels like it. Well, I need to page Harold."
"Yeah, Carl is going to think I left him," Glenda adds.
Gladys drunkenly exclaims, "I forgot to tell you the news. You know my 93rd birthday is on New Year's Eve, and I want to have the party here with all my friends. We'll close the store, and I'll supply all the goodies. What do you say to that, people?"
Pat, Glenda, and Chloe answer, "Yes, ma'am!"
Harold comes to collect Gladys, and she hands the bottle of whiskey to Chloe with her card, saying, "The rest is for you. Call me, sweetie, and we'll have coffee together."
Chloe answers, "It would be my pleasure."
Pat reaches for her keys, but Chloe takes them, saying, "Not tonight, Pat. You'd miss the Earth and end up lost in space." She turns to Harold and asks, "Would you take them home, sir?"
He answers, "Yes, ma'am. It isn't the first time." Harold herds them to the door.
Before exiting, they say, "We love you, Chloe."
"I love you three, too." The door closes, and Chloe says, "What a wild bunch."
I will make a list of the characters and will start back on this project after the holidays. Let me know if I need to put a sex warning on this part or not.
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