
Johanaβs relief at Bobβs finally replacing the broken upstairs toilet was short lived. One look out the front window showed he had gone through with his plan despite her objections. Well, she had a plan of her own.
Grabbing the sledgehammer from the garage, she stormed past a smirking Bob and out the front door. His smirk disappeared as he ran after her, shouting, βDonβt break it! Itβs more than art. Itβs a political statement.β
βWhat it is,β Johana snapped as she swung the sledgehammer, βis a world globe stuffed into a toilet in the middle of my front lawn.β
This scenario in this drabble is something that almost happened in real life many years ago. Fortunately, I prevailed with words, whereas Johana had to employ more forceful βpersuasion.β
I love the political statement but I love the sledgehammer, too! Bet that felt good π
Ha! My kind of persuasion π