OLWG #25: The more things change, the more they stay the same

dining-coupleShe smiled the way people smile when they have money to burn and not a care in the world. She had both.

Let’s have caviar! I said

She frowned. You like that stuff?

I don’t know. Never had it. Isn’t that what people get when they can buy expensive stuff?

Oh, my goodness, that is such a cliché.

I don’t know what it is, actually.

Caviar? Fish eggs.

Seriously?

Seriously.

Yuck. So, what, then?

I’ll start with a Cosmo.

Anybody can get a Cosmo. Why not a bottle of Don Perignon. Or Absinthe?

I like Cosmos.

A Cosmo it is. I’ll get a Gin Fiz.

Great! What do you want for dinner?

Steak.

Agreed.

Nothing else. Just a steak.

OK.

You?

Hmmm…no fish.

OK. Pork?

No. I guess I’ll just go with Chicken.

Squab?

Is that like Chicken?

Well, it’s a bird.

I’ll just go with Chicken.

You make me crazy! You can have anything you want, and you just want Chicken and a Cosmo.

Yeah, well, I guess, you can take the girl out of poverty, but you can’t take poverty out of the girl. It’s a curse.


The prompts this week are: She smiled that way; It’s a curse; Money to burn

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2 thoughts on “OLWG #25: The more things change, the more they stay the same

  1. Nicely done! Bravo.
    Me? I’d probably go for a sandwich myself. I had a sandwich yesterday at a deli in Capitola. It was turkey with mayonnaise, brie, and thinly sliced Granny Smith apples on sourdough. Brilliant, it’s my new favourite. Well, that sandwich and this story. They’re both new favourites.

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