Thought Scoundrels

Morning Meds; 11 14 18

I heard a knock; I opened the door and oooooohhhhhhh noooooooo! There they stood, thought scoundrels.

You know the type of thought; they don’t have anything nice to say about anything or anyone and most of the time they’re not to keen on you or me either.

They’re so persistent, they’ll shove a foot in the door and just keep pressing.

They’re like a pots and pans salesman or a concerned witness worried about the fate of your soul.

You must admit, you have to admire their compassion.

What was I to do? I felt bad the moment I saw them, and I knew, without a doubt, I’d feel even worse if I let them in.

Then I remembered the perfect cure. I’ve dealt with these scoundrels before.

In fact, I thought, I’ll get even for the last time I listened to their pitch. I smiled an evil grin.

I reached deep inside, grabbing the strongest weapon I have.

I sent them love, the biggest blast I could.

I knew if I sent them love, they would have to go away.

They can’t stand the sound, it has too high of a pitch, when they hear it, they leave.

I said goodbye and closed the door.

Sending retaliatory love is always the sweetest revenge.