On The Double
So I’m entirely too late to do a Theme Thursday, but I don’t care. I’m doing it because here, on Sunday, I finally came up with a good idea.
This week’s Theme Thursday word is: Double.
Here we go, a short short story with an ode to the word double.
So I was feeling kind of hungry and there was nothing good to eat in the house. Trying to calm down the beast of hunger, I chomped through a pack of DoubleMint, but that didn’t help. Exasperated, I put on my doublet and filled my pockets with dubloons and left the house on the double.
I did a double step down the boulevard, looking for a nosh.
Spotting my destination, I fell in to the In-n-Out burger where I satisfied my urge, doing double duty with a Double-Double and a large side of fries.
Well that was pretty darn good, but I was not quite full, and I left that burger joint looking for a little something more.
Right across the street was a Double Rainbow ice cream store where I doubled down on a double scoop of ice creamy goodness and ate it all down.
With all that burger and ice cream in my belly, I was truly in double jeopardy and had to undo the top button on my double knit polyester pants.
Now I wasn’t just full, I was double full, so I decided to keep walking so I could work off a couple calories.
As luck would have it, I rounded a corner and saw a bunch of kids doing double dutch. I hopped right in, jumping to the double rhythm long enough so I got double indemnity from the calories by having both fun and exercise.
To reward my hard work and to finish the day, I popped in a piece of Double Bubble and chewed it hard. I tried to blow good bubbles, but it didn’t work. The gum was stale. I took that pack back to the store and demanded a double my money back guarantee on my purchase.
With my refund, I bought a disposable camera to document my day. But I must have used it wrong, because all the prints came back as double exposures. And I ordered double prints!
Ugh. I don’t got no digital camera (<- double negative) so I guess I'm out of luck.
Maybe I oughta go to Vegas where I can drop double nickels and try to hit double diamonds and win the double jackpot. Then I can buy a double lens camera and capture my double good days.
Instead, I went home and got into my double bed and had beautiful dreams of riding a double decker bus and drinking double espresso.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Image from Harvey Park District.