Maeve next door laughed when Barry’s foot landed in the bucket he’d been using to wash his car.
He dropped his glasses, trying to extricate said foot.
Maeve came over to help, leaning in extra close.
Barry invited her in, not caring that the neighborhood gossip watched the whole thing.
This dribble is brought to you by the words bucket, glasses, and gossip. Kind of feels like adult Sesame Street, when I say it that way. If you’re old enough, you’ll get it.