“The pot of gold must be on top of that red brick building,” she thought. And the hunt was on.
“But how can I get there before Maggie,” she whined, “when she’s a giant and I’m so small?”
Not to be deterred, she grabbed her Ziploc® of loose change, and headed out the door. Cab would be the best way to get there.
“A cab, a cab, who called a cab?” Up pulled Mike the psychic cab driver.
“I did,” Margie said. “Take me to -” “I know where – and we’re racing against Maggie!” Exclaimed Mike as he sped off.
Maggie though had decided public transportation was the way to go and was stuck behind a stroller pushing mother.
The streets were full of vendors, stray dogs and, a camel. All of this was slowing the cab down. Margie was losing time.
Maggie was having problems of her own on the magenta line. Babies were everywhere!
Margie jumped from the cab and lept onto the camel in one swift movement.
However, at a point later in the story, Margie will realize that she left her Ziploc® bag in the cab. This does not bode well…
Since in addition to nickels and dimes the bag contained a gps tracker she had planted on Maggie.
While Margie was camel-leaping, Maggie was having troubles of her own. $4.46 for a medium latte? This city is getting ridiculous.
Margie drove ever-forward in the camel, nestled lovingly between the two humps. Inching closer to the red building.
Meanwhile, the pot of gold was shrinking because
of the hole in the pot, which Lloyd the Leprechaun bought second hand at a garage sale.
“You get what you pay for,” Larry muttered to himself. Not realizing…
…that he referred to himself as Larry instead of Lloyd, it became apparent to others that Lloyd might have a split personality.
Larry-Lloyd spoke those words to himself, but Maggie thought he was speaking to her. Finally, a bright spot in her day.
Meanwhile the camel, who’s name was Manfred, started running toward an oasis filled with rice milk.
Meanwhile, across town…
The real story was unfolding: Leprechauns in Lakeview. Not just there for drinks at Berlin, but apparently hiding gold on rooftops.
Neighborhood gossip placed at least one leprechaun working in the back at Cheesie’s Pub & Grub – specializing in potatoes.
Of course, the inevitable drunk Irish jokes are bound to come out when they hide gold so close to 1000 Liquors.
One leprechaun noticed Margie and her camel at the rice-milk oasis. “How much for the camel?” he asked.
“Not for sale,” said Margie. “No, I mean the one behind your ear,” he replied. “I could use a cigarette.” Margie loved her Camels.
Maggie trudged forward in her Converse® All-Stars. She never played basketball, but loved the green plaid design.
She got to the rooftop but the pot of gold was gone. Margie was already off in Mexico enjoying her riches. And cigarettes.
Anytime Leprechauns, booze, cigarettes and gold are involved, it’s impossible not to have a good time. This week’s story was all about greed, and Margie managed to outfox her sister Maggie. Poor Maggie. Maybe she could go get a drink with Lloyd-Larry at Berlin. Or they could just go get a handle of some Irish whiskey at 1000 Liquors and wallow in their sorrows.
The way these stories unfold always crack me up – stuff like when Lloyd the Leprechaun became Larry the Leprechaun and the use of the ®. I’m grateful for everyone who writes these stories with me. Collaborating on this one were @Robotstephe, @Chrisa_Hickey, @swanieson, @paulmtracy, @FeliciaCago, @Guert, @jsetlak and @officerpupp. Thanks all.