The first time I visited Joe,
I pulled into the driveway
and spotted him in the garage, so of course I approached
even though his back was turned.
I wasn’t expecting the guzzling
sound — when he stepped aside
the fizz from that beaker
stunned me — overflowing
might be an understatement.
I gasped and Joe faced me in a suit
rivaling an astronaut chef
and I was already done
but he wasn’t. He lifted his visor,
grinned like a monkey, and waved
in the direction of his project.
I backed away. “I don’t want to know.”
“The scanner says…”
“JOE! I don’t want to know.”
First and only visit, might I add.
imagine that diary entry: Dear Diary, today I tried to save a pyramid.
It was too late. The thieves had already
gotten in. I did manage to keep one team
from getting out, however. Not my original
plan but hey, I’ll take it.