Once upon a time, I was a bagger at the food

  • Once upon a time, I was a bagger at the food hole.

  • At least, that's how I used to spell it. "Bagger"... guess it was supposed to be "beggar". At the time, burlap were my clothes and sewing kept my decency together. I was poor then.

  • Seeing as I could only afford a needle, thread, and plastic bags (which were free from the grocery store anyway), I took to the road. I didn't know that I would one day become

  • a seamstress. Who knew? I was just inspired by the plastic bags. The texture was something I had never experienced before, and it was already waterproof. Perfect for a raincoat!

  • I slipped the plastic bag over my head, careful to leave a breathable hole. I proceeded to put my legs through the bag's handles before admiring my new waterproof undies. Fabulous!

  • This new fashion will be the absolute perfect solution to my pressing problem,

  • since these culottes do not have to be ironed!" I smiled maniacally at Jeeves my tear streamed face puffed up and shiny. "The boys at the country club won't get to mock me again!"

  • Jeeves started to straighten my bow tie. I slapped his hands away & suddenly he snapped! His monacle fell to the floor, he smashed it to smithereens, pulled nunchuks from his vest

  • . "I say Jeeves, you have me disoriented by your instruments of the orient." I quipped spilling my gin and tonic as his nunchuck almost dislodged my nose. "Wooster, I must protest,

  • you have no right to keep those shurikens of mine in your chest. Hand them back!" Wincing, I yanked out the one lodged over my heart. "Here," I threw it into his open mouth. Shori.



  1. SlimWhitman Aug 23 2017 @ 02:57

    modest rags to pompous riches in two folds!

  2. Woab Aug 23 2017 @ 11:30

    The clothes make the man.

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