Character Deathmatch in which my fictional character goes a few rounds with yours, and wins. Usually.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Anna Karenina VS. Deca-Mom


Spoiler Alert.
Oh, Anna Karenina.  You’re beautiful, beguiling, and pretty fierce.  You dropped your son faster than last year’s buzzword for a man.  When things didn’t work out with Mr. Right, you threw yourself in front of a train.  Seriously, you’re not playing around.  But do you stand a chance when stacked up against Deca-Mom?  Deca-Mom popped out ten puppies in one sitting (due to a drunken prank on the part of her fertility specialist), and she wouldn’t let even one of them out of her sight for more than twenty to thirty minutes.   Let’s see who lasts the longest in a game of:  Play Date at Chucky the Cheese’s.
Your turn.  You arrive at the sticky, hallowed doors to Chucky the Cheese’s clutching your Prada handbag like it’s some kind of shield.  I hope you don’t mind if it gets a touch of vomit splatter on it after little Seryozha downs 3 Cokes and then rides the bucking-bronco of a coin operated fire truck.  Oops, too late.
Deca-Mom pulls up in her twelve seater van dressed in nasty old sweatpants and a stained undershirt she found yesterday in her back yard.  If anyone puked on her, you wouldn’t know it. 
Your turn.  You beg the only good looking single man you can find (must be the rich uncle of one the screaming, snot-nosed heathens crawling amok through the plastic maze tubes) to wipe down a booth with anti-bacterial hand sanitizer so you can perch daintily on the very, very edge of it and bemoan your fate.  What?  You say you write children’s books in your spare time?  Whatever.
Deca-Mom orders six large pizzas and falls into an exhausted heap in a less trafficked corner of the play area so she can gaze lovingly at her ten little hoodlums as they whoop it up playing Whack-A-Mole.
Your turn.  Seryozha begs for cash to buy some more tokens while you make moony eyes at single guy.  Wait a minute.  Where’d you go?  Where’s single guy?  Hey, you forgot your kid!  He’ll never get out of here with that matching number mom/kid black light hand stamp thing/law without you!
Deca-Mom:  10     Anna Karenina:  that train can’t get here fast enough
Game Over

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