Lunch at the Movie Cliche Cafe

Welcome, Dear Readers ,to this blog’s contribution to Whatnot Wednesday over at Biff Sock Pow’s Place.  Anybody can join in with whatever ‘whatnot’s’ happen to strike your Wednesday Whatnot writing fancy.  Today I thought it would be fun to write a little story about a great place to go to lunch on Whatnot Wednesday.

Lunch at the Movie Cliché Cafe


“Yes!  I’m here!  You had me at hello!”

“I’ll have liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”

“Outta Chianti, sorry.”

“Pishaw!  Love means never having to say you’re sorry.  Just give me a martini, shaken not stirred.”

“Yes sir.”

“Bond.  James Bond.”

“Yes, Mr. Bond.”

“Well, actually, they call me Mr. Tibbs.”

“Okay, Mr. Tibbs, have you decided?”

“I’ll take a box of chocolates.”

“I wouldn’t recommend the chocolates.”


“You never know what you’re gonna get.”

“Oh.  Then give me the Soylent Green.”

“It’s people.”

“What is?”

“Soylent Green is made out of people!”

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Lunch at Cafe Cliche
Lunch at Cafe Cliche



How To Play Whatnot Wednesday
  1. Write a blog post entitled “Whatnot Wednesday” (it can be about anything)
  2. Add these guidelines to the bottom of your post
  3. Add a link to a Biff Sock Pow “Whatnot Wednesday” post (such as this one) in your post
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Friday Fictioneers: Planet Blub

Welcome Dear Readers!  You are cordially invited to take a break from you’re summertime water fun to check out this week’s Friday Fictioneer Challenge. (But try not to get water all over the blog, will ya?)

Now for the challenge which is to write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end inspired by this week’s picture courtesy of and copyrighted by David Stewart.  Now, who does all the organizing for this weekly-writing shindig? None other than Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple, that’s who. So head on over and check it out!


Planet Blub

We traveled 12 years in suspended animation for this? I’m sorry, Roger, Planet Blub sucks.

It’s not exactly like the brochure, Josephine, I admit . . . it might grow on us . .

You mean like breakfast did?  That alien scrambled egg nearly killed you, Roger!  Thank god I had Mace! It would have devoured your face!

Shhh . . . here come the Blubians now.

Probably wanting to know if we’re enjoying their stupid Ferris Wheel.

We bear repast, Earthlings.  Scrambled eggs.


Did you remember the Mace, Josephine?


If we hurry, we can still catch the Earth Shuttle.

I love you, Roger.