for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Meter.
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I was having a good day until I returned to my car only to find my so-called friend Rita the meter maid sticking a parking ticket on my windscreen, and despite my plea for leniency, she said she couldn’t make exceptions for acquaintances!
Soon after I got tripped over by my mate Mike’s prancing puppy, Bill berated me for forgetting his birthday and when I tried calling my pal Pete, I dropped my phone in a puddle whilst prodding the wrong number.
The ‘dead certainty’ horse I bet a fiver on still hasn’t reached the finishing post (thanks a bunch for the tip Tom) and Jock knocked my beer off the table shattering glass all over the pub floor.
Believe it or not, when I jokingly told my friend Rosey she looked like a witch in her new black dress she bopped me on my conk!
Only one thing for it, I’ll run a comforting bath, light some candles, loll in the warm foaming water and sip malt whisky from a crystal glass whilst listening to some soothing Beethoven and watching my real friend drifting between the bubbles.
At least I know my little rubber duck will always be there to soothe my weary soul.
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge with apologies for one of my friends dropping the logo!
Keith's Ramblings 
Poor bloke! You really need to get a dog. 😉
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I like your description of this piece of bad luck: “The ‘dead certainty’ horse I bet a fiver on still hasn’t reached the finishing post” I would wait until Rosey put on her witch’s hat before verbalizing any conclusions about her black dress. Nice six!
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Thanks, Frank, I really should know by now to be careful what I say to Rosey!
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everyone needs a dog
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Man’s best friend, or so they say!
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I’ve always said, a rubber ducky is a man’s best friend.
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Always has been, and always will be!
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Keith, you have a way to give birth to a smile on one’s face!
Hot tub, malt, Beethoven, rubber duck…heaven😆!
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…and you’ve just put a smile on mine! Thanks so much.
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)))
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Thanks, Beth!
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When all other abandon you, Rubber Ducky is true blue! this amused me no end. Thanks for the day brightener. I hope that’s not schadenfreude!
–Shay/Fireblossom in WP clothing
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Fear not, as the tale’s pure fiction, schadenfreude doesn’t apply! I’m delighted to have amused you.
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A bubble bath is a perfect place to relax and forget the bothers of life.
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…as I know only too well! Cheers Patricia.
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It’s the only solution on days like that, although I’d trade the malt for a fine wine. Thanks for the smile your story produced.
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Thanks, Jenne. Nothing like a bath to dissolve one’s botherations!
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What a day! My rubber ducky sits in the windowsill where he can comfort me every day.
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What a great idea, I might just do that too!
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Life is just a little better with a rubber ducky. They make everyone smile. Mine is called ‘Quackenbush’. 🐤
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Indeed it is. Love that name, I just call mine The Duck!
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Thank you Keith for the laugh. Sending you some warm water for your bath, and a Xmas hat for Ducky.
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What more could I wish for, thanks Susan!
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Misread this initially and almost got the vapours until I realised you were in the bath playing with your ducky.
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I dread to think where your mind was going Doug!
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So do I most of the time, Keith. 😉
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Once again, you’ve provided us Readers with what I imagine a part of an evening in a club/café/coffee house/bar in which you serve as host to strangers, travelers and friends… later in the evening, perhaps… smoking allowed, juke box low enough for the introverts but not so loud as to incite the extroverts
enjoyable Six
(thanks, a lot for the drive-by earworm)
lol
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… your words took me right back to my Stage Door Bistro late at night and into the early hours of the morning. Happy days!
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Sounds like the perfect end to a very trying day. Duckies never judge (and they’re easier to keep than even the best doggo!).
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Absolutely so Liz!
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Is your little bathmate a motherducker?
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It has been said!
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Was it Shakespeare who said a rubber duck is a man’s best friend? No, Marilyn Monroe. I mean, diamonds or something. So confusing when you’ve had too much malt!
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Haha, the mind does go to some odd places after a dram or two!
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