The pig in the bushes

This short story is partly humorous and partly sad.

The pig in the bushes

This short story is partly humorous and partly sad.

One of the days when this idiot didn't know where I had gone... I remember that I bought clothes for the baby's discharge from the hospital and had to hide them somehow. This jerk didn't give a penny for the house, for food or anything else, and the due date was approaching, and I had NOTHING prepared. There wasn't even a crib for the child. I gave the set to my friend because he wouldn't ask her what she was carrying and who it was for! So I gave her the clothes and she headed home. As she approached the entrance, he suddenly jumped out of the bushes - like a wild boar from under a rose bush! red as a German tourist, crouched like a constipated toddler. With his mouth twisted as if he were about to break his lower jaw from clenching.

I mean… who does that? I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

Jumping up, he growled -

"Where's Diana?"

My friend Veronica muttered something like

- How should I know what you're asking me?

- Why won't you open the door?

- Well, there's no one here to open the door for you.

After a few more exchanges, he decided not to come up to our place. She went upstairs, and when I got home, the door had been kicked in pretty badly, and Veronica was furious.

Imagine the scene: some troll kicking the door, knowing or assuming that his pregnant girlfriend was inside, who perhaps rightly didn't want to open the door for him!

Not only did he kick my door, but he also hid in the bushes to lurk and wait. He was probably waiting for me to ambush me, but Veronica walked down the path first.