The coots were out in full force. Silly bro got married and so I am next in line to get hassled. Every couple of minutes another old methane filled coot would stop next to me and say you're next; when are you getting married; why don't you get married and many such variations of the same theme.
I almost grabbed one of the lifesavers (the groom's friends who kept bailing me and M out of fraught situations with the coots)and paraded him in front of the coots. Actually M and I were going to pass him off as common property, a shared resource. But then we decided we didn't want the deaths of the coots on our hands.
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