Let's Make a Deal

My comings and goings disturbed her a great deal. So we sat on the sofa and shared freshly popped corn. Let's make a deal lit up the TV screen. Door number three I said. She laughed: Curtain number one she teased. (Had she seen this re-run?). Reluctantly I agreed. You had to admire Monti Hall doling out all that dough causing contestants wide-eyed hope of expectation. Oh, and that thick sure voice of his. Closing my eyes; leaning back on the couch, I imagined myself masked in absurd attire.Curtain number three, if you please, No! wait!Door number one. Who could of guessed I'd wind up winning an uninspired mule and a mirror for a fool to reflect in.