Rubber Ducky

Chips is a small man with a whole lot of stamina. About 5'4”, he has a skip to his step and a stuttery high-pitched voice. He's an easy client, asking only for praise. I drove him to his favorite grocery store to do his weekly shopping. Around the corner of an isle, he got the cart on it's side two wheels and said into his invisible C.B. radio, “Roger that rubber ducky. 10-4, over and out,” and laughed. His laugh can break any human's concentration. Everyone always looks. I met the eyes of a man at the checkout who studied the two of us. I could tell he wanted to know who let the crazies out. I looked back at him, wondering the same thing.