1. The Labeler
What on earth? Fitzwillliam Darcy was uncertain whether to be frustrated or amused at the recent turn of events.
He had driven home after a day at the office, parked his (spanking new) car in the garage and walked up the few steps and stopped in front of the door, digging through his coat pocket trying to find his keys.
As he started to open the door, his palm felt the uncharacteristic scrape of…something plastic. Sparking his curiosity, he bent down to eye level of the doorknob. Lo and behold, there was 'Doorknob' freshly labeled.
I don't believe it.
With each appearance of a new label, his groans became more pronounced. By the time he reached 'Fitzie's shoes' and 'Place on the table where Fitzie always places his keys' he was torn between repeatedly bashing his head against the wall or succumbing to the childish humour of the situation.
He found his wife in their walk-in closet.
"Lizzy," he called out to her.
"Yes, dear," she answered with a smirk, all the while labelling each article of clothing hanging on the racks.
"Remind me again who gave you that…thing," Darcy muttered under his breath.
"You did, darling," she answered sweetly, "after all; I do need to be more organized."
With a resounding thwack on his forehead, she cheerfully skipped out the room. He winced at adhesive detaching from his skin.
On a white label were the words: Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.
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A/N: Having read numerous drabble collections, I've decided to start one of my own.
This particular idea popped up in a manufacturing class I take where my teacher commented how life would be insane if the teachers got a hold of labelers. Havoc, enough said.
Enjoy! As always, reviews, questions, comments…anything is welcome
Trek-elly