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Always back of the line.
Some things never change.
By the time he gets to the front –
– the world is a different place.
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Either I’m looking at your ass or the back of your head. Nothing else seems to appeal to me. Not the sights or sounds around me. There’s nothing special about where I usually stand. I’ve been doing this for so long that all my questions have abandoned me. Why me? Is this a joke? Was […]Always Back of the Line by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores
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The super dark humour normally expected, has been watered down to flow gently with the issues we all grapple with in our day to day life. It felt like my own story, standing in queues, traffic, and cafes and always seeing the other ones making it before me. Loved the way you ended and how Juanita got everything, a state of vacillating happiness for the giver!! Awesome!
Haha! Thanks so much, Deepak. This is quite a relatable issue especially in the present times. And it feels like whichever line one chooses, it simply never moves. Ouch!
Being unfamiliar with visual appeal of my ass or the back of my head (I neither squat or deadlift), I can only extend the offer for buttgazers to look to their heart’s content, but I would advise them be discreet and avoid the urge to catcall.
Nicely done, Terveen. Been a while since I’ve been here. Seems you’ve done a right nice job of keeping yourself busy and honing your craft. Congratulations!
Thanks so much, Rhyan! It’s always good to have you here. Your wit is as brilliant as ever. If there is a catcall, turn around, it could be me. Thanks again and take good care of yourself. 🙂
Sometimes being at the back of the line, Terveen, has its advantages. You always get to see what is going on in front of you. I posed your brilliant line, ‘Questions without answers are like women without husbands,’ to my wife. She looked at me and replied, ‘and what’s your question.’😎 Thank you for another Tuesday classic, Terveen.
She’s a clever lady, Davy. But you already know that. Haha! And back of the line could be a safer bet. Thanks so much and have a great start to your week ahead. 🙂
Thank you, Terveen, you too. 🙂
a strange and disquieting tale, with some wonderful phrases: the one about questions without answers, for instance;
Thanks so much, John. I just jumped the queue in this one. Lol. 🙂
Yes, life does feel like standing at the end of an endless line waiting… And questions without answers. That’s a good one. Well… I have to say in real life, questions vary greatly. Some without answers; some with too many answers; some with contradictory answers. Life is messy with an unorthodox tendency…
I think you need to write a post about this messy ‘question answer’ quandary. Only you could do full justice to it. Thanks so much, Haoyan.
Your head must be an awesome place because your ideas and observations are phenomenal, Terveen! I loved the wry humour of this brilliant piece! 👌👍
Thank you so much, Aaysid. I’ll just say that my head is always occupied and chaotic. No quiet. Lol. I’m glad the humor came through. 🙂
Super duper fun. Enjoyed greatly. You are an amazing writer, Terveen. 😊
haughty taughty smoke
a climax of course
who is best
fame the game
is it any wonder
i ditched you first?
I just hope words never ditch. Then it will be a lonely game….
as per steve walsh lonely street from song for america.
That’s one mean guitar. And sometimes, lonely is the only choice we’re offered. Over and over again. Thanks for sharing this.
surely. shirley. terveen you are a gull whom can cull all the verse. nicely done.
give take cos ya someone . you produce what others make. what s ya cut. share cos art is friggin everywherez. lmao