The letter for today is: R, where I feature rude and radish.
I don't want to write about the word rude. The reason for this is I'd rather not let rude behavior influence my life. Yet unpleasant things must occur in writing if I'm to show every human situation. Right. Pull your socks up, Francene. Get down and dirty.
To my mind, rude behavior would go this way:
"Can I get you a drink, sir?" the barmaid asks.
"What else do you think I'm here for?" the scruffy workman says. "Not your fat arse, that's for sure."
We'll start with salad and then sneak up on the subject. Various crunchy, soft, savory and sweet ingredients combine to make a delicious mixture.
But here comes Mr. Hot—a radish. He's the rude ingredient of the salad world. Uncaring about the acid sweetness of Miss. Tomato, or the cool cucumber, Mr. Radish muscles them aside, even overpowering a spring onion.
Radish is so rude.