On Ghosts And Bridge Trolls

“Wow. That was unexpected.”

“Sure was. Now where’s that carnie?”

Shane cocked his head to the side. “Oh come on. Are you kidding me?”

“What? It’s what we’re here for.”

“Yeah but.” He pointed in the direction Ashley had left. “You just bumped into the crush of your high school years, the one that got away.”

“No Shane, you’d have to actually get her for her to have gotten away.”

“Yeah, well. If her father wasn’t a pastor you’d have certainly had a chance. She was all over you.”

“She never touched me once.” He said, walking toward the bumper cars.

“Well, figuratively speaking.”

“There’s no way I’m chasing a ghost Shane. Why don’t you go after her.”

“Oh come on Wayne, I wouldn’t stand a chance. She’s your kind of girl anyway. The whole princess look to her; like she’s royalty or part of a heavenly cohort of angels. Me I’m more of the bridge troll kind of guy.”

Wayne laughed. “Come on, you’re not that bad.”

“Look, some people know their place. I’m one of those people. I can’t get girls like… carnie over there that looks like a model.”

“Yeah she sure does.”

“Has anyone ever called you vane?”

“Yes”

“You ever take their opinion into consideration?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it was you who called me vane.”

“Right, and since I’ve basically been your only friend since… oh I don’t know grade school, I’d say I’m pretty much a subject matter expert when it comes to your personality. Yet you don’t seem to take my advice.”

They stopped near the bumper cars kiosk. “I’m going to introduce myself to this girl now, and you’re going to be the helpful and understanding friend that I know you are. Right?”

“It’s just that -”

“Right?”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

The End

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