Terry. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

// I'm Right

(Well, it's a very interesting story, if you'll give me the time to tell! It all started about 10 years ago, I think it was in June. Or maybe it was July? I always get my J months crossed. Who's idea was it to put the two months that start with the same letter right next to

eachother? Maybe if there was a buffer in between them, like May. June always felt more fitting as a spring month anyways. Or maybe they could put all three J months together, right after one another? January, June, July. Maybe then Febuary wouldn't be so crummy, it would be a

relief if anything. Finally, a break from all this J nonsense! Anyways, I was sitting on the porch that morning sipping an ice cold glass of sweet lemon tea, perfect for that Junely heat. My wife, god rest her soul, was out getting groceries. She took the car with the decent

radio, of course, even though she Knew I was planning on visiting the Pottsons for lunch that afternoon, and Jim Pottson's house is nearly a 30 minute drive out from our house. What does she expect me to do without a radio for 30 minutes? Live with my thoughts? That Snake!

Anyways, god rest her soul, she was out getting Frozen Peas as we were fresh out and she was dead set on making one of her famous "Chicken pot pies" for dinner that evening. Why not just make the chicken pot pie without the peas, you ask? I was wondering the same thing.

In fact, I can't think of a single dish in which Peas are the staple ingredient, much less enough of a requirement that you'd need to go out of your way to drive to the grocery store just to buy. But who am I to question my wife's cooking? I don't even like chicken pot pie that

much. I more than likely would have just thrown it down the garbage disposal and lied about it! The kitchen sink would have smelled like nothing but chicken and undercooked potatoes for days! Hoho! So there I was on the porch with my sweet lemon tea, staring directly into the sun

like any self respecting man with the morning to himself and no sweet am Radio to fill the time. When suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, a bright flash of light envelops the landscape! I thought my eyes were finally giving out from all that sky watching, but when I looked

around, there was not a woman to be seen! There weren't any women in my field of view in the first place, though, so I thought nothing of it as I packed my things for a silent drive over to the old Pottsons'. Jim Pottson was a friend of mine from work, and he was quite the

character, I must say! Every day he showed up he'd be wearing a tie with a new pattern on it, I wonder where a guy like that even goes to get that many ties! Do they all hang in his closet, or does he donate them to re-sale shops once he decides they've worn out their welcome?

I was so deep in thought while driving without any distractions that I hardly noticed one of the cars that had veered off the road into a ditch! However, when I slowed down to gawk at the wreckage, I couldn't help but notice there was no one in the driver's seat. Was the car

driving itself? Had it's owner merely left it to go ask for help from some good semaritan about their ditch problem? The answer seems quite obvious in hindsight, but at the time the conundrum really quite had me stumped! By the time I had reached the Pottson's house I had driven

past several more wreckages of that sort, I thought it a very strange coincidence that so many cars had veered off so similarly. The answer came when I went to knock on Jim Pottson's door only for him to answer with a knife to my throat! Quite unprofessional of him, if I had to

say so myself. He told me he had seen a flash of light just the same as I had in the midst of my quiet junely morning, and that his wife had mysteriously disappeared! Along with every other woman in Olathe! Humanity was doomed! Now I tried to talk him down as best I could, but