It was
four days before my fifty-eighth birthday when my body started to fall apart. I
was taking a late morning walk in the park when I felt a strangeness after
stepping down on my right foot. I hobbled to a park bench, took off my sneaker
and shook it, thinking there was a pebble but there wasn’t, so off came the
sock and I checked out my foot. A toe was missing—my pinky toe. I stuck my hand
in the sock and found it. A pinky toe’s nothing to throw away so I put it in my
pants pocket until I got home and then put it in the small canister from our
unused canister set.
A few
mornings later after my shower I was looking in the bathroom mirror and saw a
black hair sticking out from my earlobe. I tugged it several times and my right
earlobe popped off and was dangling from the hair. I put it in the canister
with the pinky toe.
Last week
I was on the turnpike, trying to move over to the right lane for my exit and a
guy in a guard’s uniform driving a large SUV wouldn’t let me cross in front of
him so I slowed down to go behind. He slowed down too, looked over at me and
smirked. I flipped him the bird and my middle finger on my right hand went
flying and bounced off the windshield onto the passenger seat floor. The guy
gave me the finger back then sped off leaving me to barely make my exit. Once
home, I washed my finger, then dried it with a kitchen towel, and into the
canister it went.
Next my
left heel came off while I was in a shoe store trying on a pair of wingtips and
that was followed by the bridge of my nose which came off in my index finger
and thumb when I squeezed it while trying to remember something. Following that
was my left eyelid from winking and the eyebrow above when I made a surprise
face due to my eyelid. Then my mustache and upper lip came off while trimming
my mustache. My chin dropped off as I bit into a Tootsie Pop and that filled up
the canister.
I still
went to work but had to have new ID badges made. My wife, Madge, decided I
wasn’t the same man she married some thirty-five years ago so she left and
moved into our summer home on the lake. I got thinking about her one night and
got hard, so I did what guys always do but I pulled my penis out by its roots
and for some reason it stayed hard and I was able to finish what I started. I
wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it into canister number two, still hard,
only to be taken out and used at will.
After
work I stopped off for a couple of beers to wet my whistle and of course out
popped the whistle. When I got home, Madge’s car was in the driveway and I
rushed to get out of my car and banged my knee which popped off and rolled down
to the curb. I got it and rinsed it off with the garden hose and went inside.
Madge was in the kitchen wearing only an apron and setting the table with
Chinese takeout. My thumb came off when I used the chop sticks to take some moo
shoo pork and I asked her if she wouldn’t mind washing it and patting it dry
and putting it in canister number two. She did and
found my penis and hustled me up to the bedroom where we had a great session.
In the morning I awoke, and Madge was gone and so was my penis. Frustrated for
not thinking ahead, I slapped my forehead with my palm and both my palm and my
forehead came off.
In
despair, I shook my head.
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