Jane's Tale or A Tale Cut Off

[One of my blogging group's members received a long 27 stitch gash on her face recently, and we were asked to write what response she might give her interrogators.  My offering is based on a perusal of her Facebook Info.]


"Are you looking at my face?" Jane now regularly challenges.

"Of course," people always say,  "you're so beautiful!"

"Then why are you only looking at my left cheek?"

"Uumm," they add.  And then, "Well what happened to you?"



Then Jane begins to tell her tale.  She warms up with something that happened back in High School in Wyoming, then when she was a co-ed in Las Vegas, and moves on to THAT concert THAT night at Red Rocks.  By the time she relates what happens when you mix your taste for vodka with your zeal for roller derby, Jane realizes she should be explaining why she doesn't show a few more scars and then suddenly remembers what Holden Caulfield said in The Catcher In The Rye: "Don't ever tell anybody anything."  So wrapping up her tale with the classic "Yada, yada, yada," Jane shuts up and takes another sip of wine.