The one day there is no traffic on the southbound Hardy Toll Road. The one day I am not parked, waiting for some mysterious snag to unravel itself. That would be the day I spied a service van with the following name on its side:
Big Johnson Plumbing.
And I had no chance to snap a photo. I mean, come on. COME ON!
But, Erin, what does this have to do with writing? Precious little, except that it made me giggle of course. I love double entendre, even when it's pretty obvious. Would that make it only single et demi entendre? Or just entendre? Hmmmm.....
And then I started thinking about how, um, gutsy (yeah, that's precisely the word that came to mind) it was to slap that on the side of a truck and how I'm not quite that brave. And that led me to thoughts of Brave Front (see, we are getting somewhere with all this) and how the plot is nearing the inevitable encounter between two of the characters. And how, when I write about such encounters it's not what I would call graphic, mind you, but it is a little intense.
Or so I have been told.
Annnnndddd...I don't know if I can put that on my blog. Right? Write? Right.
All this from a plumbing company named by/for a guy who had perhaps been mercilessly teased about his last name and had found a suitable outlet for it.
So, what do you think? I'm open to suggestions. Not in a hypnotic sort of way (that would be "open to suggestion"), but in a general help me out sort of way. And, we're back to only about six people reading this site, so it's not a huge concern, but I like to plan for contingencies. It's in my nature.