Wolf walked into the dining room for breakfast with a paper bag over her head.
“Oh boy, here comes that ridiculous woman, with a bag on her head. All she wants is attention. Let’s pretend we don’t notice.”
“Hi Wolf, what’s up?”
“Oh not much.”
“Pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast. You love those.”
“Yup.”
“Nice day today, cold but sunny.”
“Yup.”
“Looks like you’ve been shopping at the…the…Acme supermarket.”
“Says who?”
“Well, that’s what the bag says.”
“What bag? Minnie?”
“No, the one you are wearing.”
“Oh that bag. I thought you would never ask. I know you are all wondering why I am wearing the bag.”
“Not really. Actually, it is quite an improvement.”
“I can explain…”
“Not necessary. We understand.”
“You mean to say no one is a teensy bit curious?”
“We all know you will do anything to get attention, so nothing you do surprises us.”
“OK. Fine. Just for that, I am taking the bag off.”
Wolf removed the bag and looked exactly the same as she always does: red eyed, wrinkled and ancient.
“Oh God! Put it back on!”
“Yes, please. We are trying to eat here.”
“Does it really look that bad?”
“What? Your face? It certainly doesn’t look good.”
“Not my face, my ears!”
All eyes went to Wolf’s ears. There was a wad of cotton hanging out of one and a large ace bandage on the other one.
“Now what the hell Wolf?”
“I was playing charades last night at the sports bar and I put beans in my ears and they got stuck, and wouldn’t come out, so I had to go the ER. It took forever to dig them out.”
“Beans?”
“Yes, I was trying to portray a human be-an. Get it?”
As the residents left the dining room, shaking their heads, all that could be heard was, “What a whack job.”
Wolf
