It's the Weekend - Time to Wordzzle

Thanks everyone for all the kind and helpful comments to the last post. Youse Guys … We’ll talk about that again next week. It’s the weekend and it’s Wordzzle Time.

This week's words are ...

author, Wall Street, rage, lemons, channel changer, cookies and milk, candelabra, Pine Cone Motel, illusory, fluffer-doodle.
war, wooden shoes, flabbergast, chimera, vodka martini

In the interest of escaping reality I wrote a little story …

Bonnie Bailout Buster was exhausted after another week of covering the illusory business of Wall Street. She felt a rage building that only a vodka martini – or ten – could stifle. She was relieved that she had decided to have a car pick her up at the South Street Seaport bar; driving out to Long Island on her own was going to be impossible – and illegal – after a few hours of drinking.

As author of the best seller ‘The Economic Chimera Unleashed’ Bonnie was in high demand. She had been offered millions to report exclusively for Rupert Murdoch’s newest venture – The Flabbergast Channel. Murdoch had even entered into a bidding war with Comedy Central. They wanted Bonnie as host of an upcoming weekly news show called ‘The Fluffer-Doodle Hour’ – the premise was to present the week’s news in a style similar to Hee Haw. Bonnie had remained aloof during all the negotiations, most of what she knew about her own career path came from reading Channel Changer.com. In the end Bonnie decided to remain a freelance journalist. The money was considerably less but the freedom was worth it.

From her spot in the corner of the bar Bonnie heard Tucker Candelabra enter. A legend in his own mind Tucker felt the need to make a grand entrance everywhere. Bonnie found this to be both pathetic and endearing and she giggled into her martini as he made his way toward her.

“Cookies and milk time dear” Tucker said in his usual condescending manner. Bonnie twirled around to face him. “Tucker! I didn’t realize you were here.” Tucker bared his million dollar caps, “Who else could it possibly be?” Bonnie met his eyes directly. “With all that clatter I thought it was one of the queens from the bar next door wearing high heel wooden shoes.” Although Tucker was not amused by the reference to his closet dwelling he did enjoy sparing with Bonnie and they moved to a booth to compare notes on the past week’s economic and political absurdities.

Bonnie was shocked when the car service dispatcher called to say her car was outside. She had spent more time with Tucker than she thought possible. “My car is here dear.” Tucker squeezed more lemon into his white wine spritzer and feigned sadness at her departure. “Off to the Pine Cone Motel?” Bonnie laughed, “That was last weekend. This weekend I’m staying at Caroline’s place on the North Folk. I may come back with the whole Senator thing story.”

Tucker snickered as Bonnie started to walk away. “I reported that to death last week dear.” “I know dear”, Bonnie responded without turning around, “but I’m planning on telling the truth.”

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