Wearin' o' the Green - St. Patrick's Day Shortie
Title: Wearin' o' the Green
Numb3rs dot Org Fifteen Minute Challenge: St. Patrick's Day
Numb3rs100 Prompt 18 - Color
Word Count: 441
Time: Um, yeah, we're supposed to time these things, aren't we? More than fifteen minutes.
Author's Note: I chopped this down to 300 words for Numb3rs100 as 300 is the maximum length there. To paraphrase Megan, I try to keep the rule breaking down to one per day.
"You're kidding me, right?" Charlie Eppes asked Alan Eppes, although he had a sinking feeling that Alan was NOT joking.
"What? It's a simple question, I'm sure your superior IQ can formulate an answer."
"Why would I wear green?"
Alan gave an exaggerated sigh. "Funny, I thought that you're brilliance in math might have translated to being able to read a calendar."
Charlie heaved a sigh of his own. "Yes, Father, I know that it's St. Patrick's Day. I fail to see why that should induce me to wear green. We are not of Irish extraction. We're not even Christian!"
"It's an American tradition," Alan argued. "It wouldn't hurt you to go with the flow once in a while."
Charlie supplemented his deep sigh with some pointed eye rolling.
"And don't take that attitude with me, young man. If you're brother can wear a green tie, then so can you."
Charlie looked down at his orange musical shirt and orange over shirt. "Dad, I don't have class today. I'm going to spend the day doing research. I am not wearing a tie…"
"And even if you don't want to wear green, you can't wear THAT outfit," Alan added. "You're not Protestant, either and you're not insulting the people who want to celebrate the day."
Charlie was spared having to answer by a knock on the door.
Amita was there, wearing blue jeans, a bright green t-shirt and matching green espadrilles. She had a brown paper bag tucked under her right arm with her hobo bag purse.
"Hi, Charlie, Alan," Amita said cheerfully. "I wasn't sure if Charlie had a green t-shirt, so I ordered one for him when I bought this one."
She stepped into the house and twirled to display the shirt.
"That looks like a circuit board," Alan observed.
"I got it from Computer Gear dot com," Amita said. She scanned Charlie's offensive orange shirts with a raised eyebrow.
"Um, thanks, Amita," Charlie said hastily. He accepted the bag and scurried upstairs to change.
"Coffee?" Alan asked.
Amita grinned. "Well, since it's too early for Irish coffee, I guess I'll settle for…"
"Green tea?" Alan guessed.
"Exactly, thanks!"
Charlie was downstairs a few minutes later. He'd exchanged his old jeans for a clean pair of chinos and had put a white shirt on over his new green t-shirt.
He opted for a cup of coffee before he and Amita scurried off to their research.
Alan noticed that Charlie had not objected to wearing green when it was Amita's suggestion. Nor had his son mentioned Amita's lack of Irish heritage.
There was hope for those grandchildren yet, sure and begorrah!
Numb3rs dot Org Fifteen Minute Challenge: St. Patrick's Day
Numb3rs100 Prompt 18 - Color
Word Count: 441
Time: Um, yeah, we're supposed to time these things, aren't we? More than fifteen minutes.
Author's Note: I chopped this down to 300 words for Numb3rs100 as 300 is the maximum length there. To paraphrase Megan, I try to keep the rule breaking down to one per day.
"You're kidding me, right?" Charlie Eppes asked Alan Eppes, although he had a sinking feeling that Alan was NOT joking.
"What? It's a simple question, I'm sure your superior IQ can formulate an answer."
"Why would I wear green?"
Alan gave an exaggerated sigh. "Funny, I thought that you're brilliance in math might have translated to being able to read a calendar."
Charlie heaved a sigh of his own. "Yes, Father, I know that it's St. Patrick's Day. I fail to see why that should induce me to wear green. We are not of Irish extraction. We're not even Christian!"
"It's an American tradition," Alan argued. "It wouldn't hurt you to go with the flow once in a while."
Charlie supplemented his deep sigh with some pointed eye rolling.
"And don't take that attitude with me, young man. If you're brother can wear a green tie, then so can you."
Charlie looked down at his orange musical shirt and orange over shirt. "Dad, I don't have class today. I'm going to spend the day doing research. I am not wearing a tie…"
"And even if you don't want to wear green, you can't wear THAT outfit," Alan added. "You're not Protestant, either and you're not insulting the people who want to celebrate the day."
Charlie was spared having to answer by a knock on the door.
Amita was there, wearing blue jeans, a bright green t-shirt and matching green espadrilles. She had a brown paper bag tucked under her right arm with her hobo bag purse.
"Hi, Charlie, Alan," Amita said cheerfully. "I wasn't sure if Charlie had a green t-shirt, so I ordered one for him when I bought this one."
She stepped into the house and twirled to display the shirt.
"That looks like a circuit board," Alan observed.
"I got it from Computer Gear dot com," Amita said. She scanned Charlie's offensive orange shirts with a raised eyebrow.
"Um, thanks, Amita," Charlie said hastily. He accepted the bag and scurried upstairs to change.
"Coffee?" Alan asked.
Amita grinned. "Well, since it's too early for Irish coffee, I guess I'll settle for…"
"Green tea?" Alan guessed.
"Exactly, thanks!"
Charlie was downstairs a few minutes later. He'd exchanged his old jeans for a clean pair of chinos and had put a white shirt on over his new green t-shirt.
He opted for a cup of coffee before he and Amita scurried off to their research.
Alan noticed that Charlie had not objected to wearing green when it was Amita's suggestion. Nor had his son mentioned Amita's lack of Irish heritage.
There was hope for those grandchildren yet, sure and begorrah!