Meet Toni. Last year she got a divorce and then immediately found pickleball and IT IS LIFE. Toni has never spent more time in the kitchen than she does now. Just call her Gordon Slamsey. She loves the knock of that little plastic ball on her paddle. She loves the drinks, the sexual tension among the mixed-gender players, the varied pace of the action. She likes to pull on that little skirt set and command the court with her paddle. And when she gets to the kitchen...she serves up the spice. And lots of steam. No, of course Toni doesn't need to bend over that much in her skirt while her partner, Kyle, is serving behind her. But she's not fickle, she's ready to pickle!!! Ball, that is. The court is tiny but her romantic ambitions are not. She's cooking up something hot.
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
