Wrong Corner Window
“I suppose I’d consider this piece something of a Memorium. Do you know what I mean, Loft?” “I do, I believe, but I haven’t memorized it entirely so please remind me,” replied the Professor’s supremely able, somewhat sardonic assistant.
Barely waiting for Loft’s reply the Professor began to retell the tragic tale. “As you may recall I was visiting my good friend the Baroness who lives in a Manhattan high rise. A similar high rise is directly across the street. Noticing the flowers in the windows of an opposing apartment. I complained to the Baroness how irritating I thought it was to have flowering plants shown growing out of the wrong corner window. While she was in the kitchen preparing tea I taped on the window a quickly written sign that said: “Pls Correct this Floral Eyesore!” Cheeky, I know.
The Baroness discovered the sign after I’d left and scolded me roundly.
Two weeks later when I visited again there was a sign on the apartment window across the way. It said “View THIS!, and the two plants in the pots were dead as a doornail, withered and brown. I learned a lesson: Next time send an anonymous telegram.
“I suppose I’d consider this piece something of a Memorium. Do you know what I mean, Loft?” “I do, I believe, but I haven’t memorized it entirely so please remind me,” replied the Professor’s supremely able, somewhat sardonic assistant.
Barely waiting for Loft’s reply the Professor began to retell the tragic tale. “As you may recall I was visiting my good friend the Baroness who lives in a Manhattan high rise. A similar high rise is directly across the street. Noticing the flowers in the windows of an opposing apartment. I complained to the Baroness how irritating I thought it was to have flowering plants shown growing out of the wrong corner window. While she was in the kitchen preparing tea I taped on the window a quickly written sign that said: “Pls Correct this Floral Eyesore!” Cheeky, I know.
The Baroness discovered the sign after I’d left and scolded me roundly.
Two weeks later when I visited again there was a sign on the apartment window across the way. It said “View THIS!, and the two plants in the pots were dead as a doornail, withered and brown. I learned a lesson: Next time send an anonymous telegram.
“I suppose I’d consider this piece something of a Memorium. Do you know what I mean, Loft?” “I do, I believe, but I haven’t memorized it entirely so please remind me,” replied the Professor’s supremely able, somewhat sardonic assistant.
Barely waiting for Loft’s reply the Professor began to retell the tragic tale. “As you may recall I was visiting my good friend the Baroness who lives in a Manhattan high rise. A similar high rise is directly across the street. Noticing the flowers in the windows of an opposing apartment. I complained to the Baroness how irritating I thought it was to have flowering plants shown growing out of the wrong corner window. While she was in the kitchen preparing tea I taped on the window a quickly written sign that said: “Pls Correct this Floral Eyesore!” Cheeky, I know.
The Baroness discovered the sign after I’d left and scolded me roundly.
Two weeks later when I visited again there was a sign on the apartment window across the way. It said “View THIS!, and the two plants in the pots were dead as a doornail, withered and brown. I learned a lesson: Next time send an anonymous telegram.
Original 8.5x11 colored ink on paper MLA ‘23