The six looked good, but six is a bad post. Too much can go wrong. It can be jammed by the seven dog, bumped outside by the five.
Anyway, considering my bet, I looked where we’d been sitting-- and she wasn't there!
The armies of my mind opened fire: She's left me! She never loved me!
Then, out of the crowd, she appeared carrying hotdogs and sodas.
She saw me and waved.
I waved back.
Well, that nightmare was over.
I turned around again.
Man, the six dog looked good, but the six is a bad post.
Too much can wrong. LS