May Day at the pub and Bjorn’s serving up recycled cliches! d’Verse Poetics MTB
While out to lunch (and armed to the teeth with cliches), two fast friends argue over who will pay for the meal:
I’ll take care of the tab.
No, let me. You covered all the basements last time.
That’s water over the bridge…I’ll get it.
You’re gonna dig in your Achilles heels on this?
Yes, so don’t loose a cannon over it.
The buck stops at the cashier.
You’ll pay an ugly penny to eat those words!
Probably have to borrow the family silver…
You won’t get my goat’s sympathy with your alligator tears.
Yeah? Well, I’m tired of wearing your heart up my sleeve!
And I’m retired of crossing double-edged swords with you!
Humph, you’re deaf as a buried hatchet.
Maybe, but not paying a bill is a fate worse than debt.
Upon leaving the restaurant, they decide to sweep it all under the proverbial dyed-in-the-wool rug. After all, why put all your rotten eggs in one basket case?