photo prompt: Copyright – Claire Fuller
“Does this make me look fat?” Mitch asks, looking sideways in the showroom mirror.
I don’t look up from my phone. “Nah,” I reply in a rather bored voice.
I hate these buddy-buddy road trips, but it’s what I get paid the big bucks for.
We’d been at this upscale outlet mall for hours; I must’ve heard “blah blah fat blah blah” a hundred times. I’m ready for cocktail hour and it’s only 11:33 am.
Check my messages; sweeter deal is a go. Tired of rubber-headed Mitch, off to NYC doing PR for that ghost-busted Stay Puff Marshmallow guy.
A bit of tired humor for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.