Inspired by Snow, Slush, and Honour. Photo by Laurie Leclair.
Sunday, January 28, 2024
La Vache Qui Rit
Back in my card-carrying PETA undergrad, I played a rainy-day game called “Splash the Bunny”. I’d drive my Dodge Dart dangerously close to someone wearing a fur coat and tsunami the hell out of them.
But why? Was it rebellion against my French-Canadian roots? Or because my dad trapped muskrat and raised greyhounds for the Florida circuit? Residual guilt over that kippered bathmat that was once a Reitman’s fox jacket? I don’t know why I did these things, but I did, and afterwards I’d sink my sophomoric arse into our leather chair and chew a cheese sandwich with quiet complacency.
But was it REAL cheese or the kind you’d have to peel out of a piece of crispy cellophane?
ReplyDeleteReal cheese in all its rennet glory
DeleteI was just thinking about this the other day, how you'd always swerve towards the bunny-coats girls when you were driving us to school!! How about a riff on "hold 'de door"!!!
ReplyDeleteOMG I was hoping you'd see this one!!
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