I'll go ahead and put up what I have so far for the beginning of the new story.
It might give everyone a jump start on getting ideas in.
Aralia was working on her list for tonight's banquet.
Oh Lordy, there are seventeen tables slated for Caesar Salad. Damn, I hate those salads. All those old wooden bowls, stinking of anchovies when they're done making them. Dollars to doughnuts, she'll be the one stuck washing them out again, with baking soda.
"'Don't want to ruin the ages of oil soaked into the bowls, now do we.' Mr. Stanopolis will say again", Aralia said in mock imitation of the owners voice, as she rolled her eyes. Then scrunched up her nose at the thought of the smell from the bowls.
"Danny," she yelled to the kitchen manager, who was busy adjusting his vest, "That dinner tonight, they want the BIG Caesar bowls, or the small?"
"Big", Danny yelled back.
Skinny geek looks like an anorexic penguin in that suit, if you ask me, Aralia thought to herself. Damn, that means getting those big bowls off the top shelf. Things are as big as a basketball, good fifteen inches across and smelly. Aged and oiled to a hazelnut color.
"Yo, I'm heading up the ladder for those bowls", she shouted into the kitchen area. "If y'all hear a crash, dinner's gonna be late." Finishing that remark with a laugh.
With the ladder platform in place, she quickly went up and retrieved one stack of bowls from the top shelf. Coming down, she set them down on the "make table" in the back area. When she straightened up, she looked into the top bowl, jumped back and screamed at what she saw in there.
The kitchen help ran into the "prep" room hearing the scream.
Aralia had recovered by the time they were all bunched up at the opening to the area, and was shaking her head, giggling.
"I AM ", she said, reaching into the top bowl, "the ultimate party girl as long as the party includes squeaky toys. You all should be ashamed, trying to scare little 'ol me." And she withdrew her hand, holding on to the biggest spider they had ever seen. It had filled the entire bowl.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty," she said, holding the arachnid out, and swinging it around to show everybody.
Everybody was laughing by this time, at the joke that had been played on Aralia. And Aralia was grabbing the spider tighter, trying to make it squeak, until it spun around in her hand, and grabbed back.
Oh sure, suck us in then poof it stops in the middle. Get thee to finishing the story now!
Posted by: Bogie | October 04, 2003 at 04:35 AM
Hey, I'm still waiting for people to get with the program. Been a lot of silence out there this time. Hope I don't have to e-mail folk to wake them up. LOL.
Posted by: Wichi Dude | October 04, 2003 at 10:45 AM
Hey! I contributed! lol I'll have to think of something else to add. Great start. I can see that we will come to expect an expected turn from you. *S*
Posted by: Buffy | October 09, 2003 at 08:06 PM