Okay, it's been awhile since I've tried any creative writing so this isn't the best, but I've gotten tired of the poor effort put into the current Bouncy Tales. Here's my RE-fabrication of the DUmmie's fabrication...
So a sickening drama unfolded before my very eyes at a local union staffed grocery store the other evening. As I was waiting in line to scan my EBT card a young lady came in cry while carrying a 12 pack of soda. She told the checker that she’d accidentally gotten the wrong soda for her husband. She said that she’d just buy the correct one but her husband checks receipts. She said she’d be in big trouble if he found out she’d wasted his money. She was terrified. You could tell by her fear that her husband was MAGA and was prone to hit her. And not with an open hand like Madam VP’s husband.
I could tell the young checker wasn’t sure how to handle it so I started chanting: Let her exchange! Let her exchange! Soon other’s in the line had joined my chant. Finally, a manager appeared and helped her exchange the soda.
As she walked back toward the door with the correct soda I decided that I had to speak up. I said, “Excuse me young lady, I can tell that you’re living a sad life under the dominance of an orange cultist. Only joy can free you, and only joy is what Kamala Harris stands for. It’s her only policy. On Election Day, I hope you remember to vote for the joy that only Kamala can bring.”
With that, the young lady began crying again, but these were tears of joy instead of fear. Tears shed because someone finally had recognized her tribulations and offered a solution, but she wasn’t the only one that I had touched. Apparently, others in the grocery store had been listening, and one by one they came to the front of the store to toss their MAGA hats and shirts into a pile on the floor. As the last one threw the last hat on the pile, the former MAGAts turned toward me and actually began applauding me. Even a cop jumped out of a potted plant and clapped. One older fellow even came up to me and said that he wanted to shake my hand because I had finally shown him the way. Yes, MAGA does disgust me, but I actually converted some to the light that day.