Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s:
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Dean and Jerry Visit the Museum
Dean, ask her.
Wait, Jerry. Miss, what’s your name?
Jenny.
Dean, please…
Jerry, let Miss Jenny finish.
These wonderful old pieces can be found almost anywhere and…
Very interesting, Miss Jenny, but I…
Jerry, it’s not nice to interrupt.
Sorry, Miss, but it’s not nice if one does something one should not do.
What do you want, Jerry?
Where’s the men’s room?
The finger’s pointing the way and the man’s head is below it.
See Dean. That wasn’t hard, was it?
Jerry, leave me and Miss Jenny to finish this part of the tour. Now where were we, Miss?
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
dean always was the smooth one. a tip to save words – with dialogue, we don’t often say the other person’s name very much because we can usually tell who is talking to whom – if we’re there. i think they say each other’s names more than necessary.
Thanks for the feedback.
When there’s two characters I don’t worry so much about the reader’s losing the dialogue, but when there’s three, and because some lines could be said by any of the other two characters, I don’t want the reader’s flow to get lost in having to go back and reread to check who might have actually said what.
I rather lose word count than the reader’s enjoyment.
Unless you’re suggesting that the overuse of names is getting in the way of flow.
Randy
I never looked at it that way – original take on the prompt
Thank you, Sandra.
Do you notice rest room signs when you’re out or is this not a proper topic of conversation for blogging?
Randy
To be honest, particularly when I’m desperate, I seem to get a mental block about what they’re supposed to depict…
That’s funny.
Be careful. You could get really blocked because of that mental block, especially when you’re “desparate” and you have to go around the block to try get yourself unblocked.
My best advise is to try to keep a keen eye out in the future for men’s and women’s symbols and fingers pointing the way.
Just remember FARTS – “Fingers and Arrows Reference Toilets”
[[Sorry – Janet – now that is some potty humor which I couldn’t block (so to speak). Sorry Sandra – see my conversation with Janet on this page.]]
Randy
If you haven’t done it already, Randy. It’s high time you make your way to Mr. MacIlroy’s story.
coming mother….
wow. I just read it – what a gas!
Nice one – I’d never have thought that it could be used as a sign for the loo’s – original 🙂
wow. That was one of the first things that came to mind when I saw the finger other than a “fickle finger of fate” award back from laugh-in….
happy thanksgiving
Randy
More potty humor. Sigh. 🙂 I enjoyed it. Have a great Thanksgiving.
“Potty humor. Sigh.”
I don’t get it. Lewis and Martin are classic acts.
It’s not like they resorted to gaseous sounds or foul language for laughs.
I realize that you also wrote, “;-) I enjoyed it” after that, but
there is always some truth in one’s first statement…
and I pot-ty-cularly resent it.
Next you’ll be saying that puns are the lowest form of humor…
Happy pulling your leg and wing day to you and Bill and family
Randy
Now that’s a clever way to direct one to the men’s room. Quite pointed I’d say. Should have been Miss Jan. Then it would’ve been Jan and Dean.
Nice dialogue, Randy.
Thanks Rochelle, Jan and Dean – now that’s cute.
Hi Randy,
Finally he found a way to have some time alone with Mss Jen. That’s the same face I make in the bathroom! Ron
Ho.Ho. (not to be confused with the street Ho. Ho.)
“That’s the same face I make in the bathroom!”
Thank you for sharing.
My face, too.
Now watch how many folks cry, “TMI. Gross me out. Men…”
Happy thanksgiving, btw.
Randy
A far less sinister interpretation of the face than mine. I can see it’s hard to keep straight with three people talking, I guess that explains why usually in books you just have two people talking at once. Definitely something to think about.
Yes, Anne.
I like to use names quickly to center the reader fast.
Now as I was saying to Dean right before Miss Jennie took us on the tour…
Very original take on the prompt.
Thank you Boomie.
I got your name right this week…
No Freudian slip?
Nope. -) I got it right the first time.
Aren’t you proud of my, Bull.
I mean, aren’t you proud of me, Bill?
Loved your title. Took a few reads on the story top sort it all out. Very classy rest room sign… and I like the Hand on your header, pointing the way to your writing.
a very classy museum and museum tour guide who I’m sure, Dean will attest to.
Yes, indeed. It does like the way to the loo. 😉
If there’s one thing I am up on is bathroom signs… I love the cute writing, but I just don’t think “the face” depicts anything to do with the rest room! It is laughing, so the arrow is pointing to the funny dialogue! Does this comment make any sense at all?
I laugh in the bathroom.
I’ve heard it said that some people laugh all the way to the bank.
This is as close as I get to a deposit.
Janet – now this has become bathroom humor.
Nicely executed, Randy. I like a writer who lets me know where the bathroom is at all times. The only “potty humor” was in the comments, and I enjoyed them immensely.
The bathroom should be one the first places a civilized person needs to aware of when entering new environs.
This should be immediately after inquiring about the health and good fortunes of the host and hostess.
This is reprinted from “The Upward Mobility of the Middle Ass in America” circa 1910. Every person who desires a higher berth in life should read this – preferable while on a commode, or when seeking, at least, a porcelain throne.
Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis? Dean ditching Jerry for the girl ?
Reminded me of saturday matinees.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie…
that’s amore.
We appreciate the effort to raise the cultural level of the Friday Fictioneers challenge.
I have worked diligently to raze (sic) it to the highest throne in the kingdom… porcelain or otherwise
Dear Randy,
My attempt at hystorical fiction was unfairly maligned this week. Yours was tarred with the same brush but I thought it a refined offering suitable for discerning audiences.
Aloha,
Doug
Vous vous moquez de moi, vrai?
Tirez mon jambe, n’cest poas?
Surely you do not pull my finger, monsieur, but my leg…
And – was that “hystorical fiction”, hysterical fiction, histrioncal fiction, or high store-ical frisson – or did you simply get your typing finger pulled?
Enjoyed everything from everyone this week – but then I mostly do anyways.
Peace.
Randy
Very interesting take, Randy. I never would have considered it. See the possibilities are just endless! Nice job.
Thank you.
Like a stream of consciousness, et. al.
Adorable. But my reader’s mind wants to know if there really was a bathroom that way or something more sinister? Guess we’ll never know. Great job.
I do sin – but not usually sin-ister.
I do playful, poetic, political, and polemic.
I alliterate in P’s – and that’s why oftentimes bathroom indicators are all important.