I Flip Rabbits
He wanted to date Helga in the worst way.
She had heard nothing of him.
What do you do for a living? She asked him.
I flip rabbits.
What does that mean?
He showed her, flipping two out of his sack onto their heads.
They gave him mean looks and hopped off.
One of them was limping.
Is there a need for that? Helga asked him.
“Not yet, but I am hoping there will be.”
She decided to date him based on his optimism.
And because she was a rescuer of idiots.
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