From Your Airbnb Host: Please Do Not Disturb Big Dolly
I understand your concern about a Victorian doll covered in real ashes from a 200-year-old fireplace watching you as you sleep.
Laura Berlinsky-Schine is a writer of words living in Brooklyn with Hercules, a lab-mix/demigod. Her humor writing has been published in The Rumpus, Slackjaw, The Belladonna, and Weekly Humorist.
I understand your concern about a Victorian doll covered in real ashes from a 200-year-old fireplace watching you as you sleep.
THE BOSS: This is your BOSS. It’s in all caps, because he (it’s a man, always a man) wants you to be clear that he is your BOSS.
You know what rips you to shreds? [synonym for life]. [slang term for a woman in the 1970s], let’s get married.
Google “What does sexually active mean?” Is it like you’re having sex right at that moment? In the past year? Ever?
We’ve also shitloaded that thing with, like, 17 green olives from the most overpriced gourmet grocery store we could find.
Have a visible breakfast of two croissants, orange juice, and a glass of red wine on Zoom. Complain how you had to make the croissants by hand.