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Midday Matinee – Tuesday’s Tale: The Universal Dump Truck

September 25, 2012

Midday Matinee

Midday Matinee – Tuesday’s Tale: The Universal Dump Truck

“Two hearts,” Alice said, putting down her cards as the doorbell rang. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hi Ma’am,” the man said. “I’m here to deliver your truckload of trouble.” (More)

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include The Blyssyfyx Ad and The Ice Cube Recipe Book. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….


“Excuse me?” Alice asked. “Who are you?”

“Gabe,” the man at her door said. “I’m a trouble delivery agent. You’re scheduled for a truckload.”

“Who is it?” Betty called from the bridge table.

“Some guy named Gabe,” Alice called back. “Says he’s here to deliver trouble.”

“That’s just silly,” Cindy said, joining Betty at the door. “Who are you really?”

“No offense, ma’ams,” Gabe said, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. “Usually we don’t even announce it. This is a new policy.”

“You’re not making sense,” Alice said.

“It’s kind of hard to explain,” Gabe replied.

“Alice!” Doris called from the bathroom. “Your toilet is leaking.”

Gabe sighed. “I was supposed to get your signature before they started unloading.”


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  • addisnana

    Alice looked at Gabe, still holding her cards. She said, “If I sign this do I get more trouble or less? And if you started delivery before I signed, are you liable for delivery without my consent?”

    Gabe replied, “M’am, it doesn’t matter whether or not you accept this delivery because the leaking toilet is only the beginning of your delivery. It will keep happening no matter what. You might as well just accept that it is your turn.”

    “Will all my troubles involve water?” asked Alice. “In my family my mother had what we called the water curse. Until now I thought perhaps it was a skip a generation curse.”

    “Mom,” came a yell from upstairs, “Mom there isn’t any hot water for the shower. What gives? Mom I have to be at work in an hour and a half and I smell like a sweaty, disgusting runner. Mom! Mom did you hear me?”

  • NCrissieB

    “Water is how we usually start,” Gabe said.

    “Start?” Alice asked.

    “Well,” Gabe said, “it is the universal dump truck. It carries a lot of trouble.”

    “Hold on,” Alice said as her cell phone rang. “Hello?”

    “Hi dear,” her husband Evan said. “Can you come pick me up? There’s been an accident.”

    “Are you okay?” Alice asked, her voice trembling.

    “I’m fine,” Evan said. “But the car isn’t. They’re towing it. Probably to a scrap metal yard. But hey, at least we’re insured.”

    “Or you were,” Gabe said, holding out an envelope. “I picked up your mail on the way to the door. Apparently there was a bookkeeping error with your auto insurance company. They thought you canceled.”

    “I’ll be right there,” Alice said to Evan. Hanging up the phone, she looked at Gabe. “Can you at least play bridge? We’re in the middle of a rubber.”