SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER

“Pardon me, ma’am,”

The man in the restaurant said as I walked by his table.

“But you have a feather sticking out of your butt.”

Startled by his remark, I scurried to the restroom…

Away from this crazy man.

Was he just out of the nuthouse?

Or a wannabe comedian looking for a punch line?

Or perhaps just a mean-spirited bastard?

I darted inside the restroom…

Brooding over his crude remark.

I mean…how could a feather…

And why would a feather–

Lord!

There really was a feather coming out of my butt!

Or more specifically…

A feather was stuck in the fibers of my black velour pants…

And sticking straight out as if I had a tail.

And of course this feather wasn’t the tiny wispy kind…

Oh no…

This feather was so long…

I could have used it as a quill to write with.

Where on earth could this feather have come fro–

Ah, HAH!

My down coat!

My down coat that I washed recently.

My down coat that ever since I washed it…

Has been molting like a duck in spring.

And then it dawned on me…

That this wasn't just about a feather sticking out of my butt…

Oh, no...

This was payback time from the universe…

Because last week in one of my blog posts…

I had joked about the universe and my black velour pants.

Oh, uh huh. I get it now…

This is another secret about the universe…

It has a warped sense of humor.

Always, Em-Musing