Minding Your P’s and Q’s

Problem or Possibility?

Problem or Possibility?

I have this recurring N I G H T M A R E.

I’m alone in a stark, white room with no windows, no doors.

Over the PA, Charlayne’s voice:

Y’all remember the 3 P’s… the 3P’s… the 3P’s…

Purell. Post-its. Politeness

I wake up with this uncontrollable urge to rush to a sink— to either barf or wash my hands.

Charlayne’s recording in my brain goes on an on, like the Jeopardy theme song.

” The way to keep from spreadin’ germs is by washin’ your hands in Purell, Purell, Purell.”

I should buy stock in Purell (oh yeah– no money to buy stock.)

The “P’s” can be such an Ffing PAIN!

Especially when it comes to a

PARTICULAR PHYSICIAN
who’s
P
ARANOID about PRIVACY

Why am I even thinking about him?

He’s
P
ASSIVE
P
ROPER
P
REDICTABLE.

And tries just a little too hard to be…
P
ERFECT!

PLUS —  it’s impossible to get noticed when his Stalker PATIENTS are constantly getting in my way, showering him with– 
imported chocolates
,
elaborate flower arrangements
,
God knows what else!

Apparently he doesn’t have time for blog reading or me.
(So thankfully he’ll never see this.)

But, WAIT! How did I even get on this subject anyway?
I was talking about the P’s.

OK, so thinking more half-fullish (part of my New Decade Resolutions) I think the way to minding my P’s is to create my own, right?

When he eventually decides to PURSUE me, he’ll discover my PASSIONS and PHONE me with his PHENOMENAL PLAN. (I can’t wait!)

So maybe the P’s aren’t such a pain after all. I guess it’s all in one’s PERSPECTIVE.

Ahaha!




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