Grove looked at the pic for the umpteenth time. He was trying to figure out who the person at the edge of the picture was supposed to be. It was a group pic taken at a friend’s home two weeks before. Grove had figured out the other seven people’s costumes. He had been invited but had not been able to make it to the party. His friends had sent him the pic and asked him to figure out their costumes.
Grove was amused by the creativity reflected in the costumes. One guy was painted white head to toe. His ring of hair around his bald head had a hint of rainbow colors. A paper towel tube jutting from his forehead completed his costume. Clearly he was a unicorn. A woman had taken her needle and thread and sewn some felt leaves into a wreath adorned her head. She must be Mother Nature.
One couple had paired up for their costume. She being rail thin had used an entire carton of hairspray to get her shoulder length hair to stand out horizontally behind her. He had a white fez shaped hat an the the word crest painted on his chest. They were a toothbrush and toothpaste. Another woman sported a huge blob of dark make up around one eye and three letter Ps on her chest. She was revealing her taste in music, The Black Eyed Peas.
A well built guy with the best tan of the group had the tiniest triangle of leather hanging around his waist and a vine ripped from the landscape in his hand. Grove could hear the Tarzan yell as he looked. The last whole guy had the numbers 1.89.9 painted on his chest with little boxes around the numbers and the word Exxon on his forehead. Grove knew the guy was very proud of a certain part of his body and was dressed as a gas pump.
But the cut off guy at the end had no paint, no hint of a prop, nothing , just an exact split down the middle. Grove was stumped. What was the guy’s costume? No one would provide him even a hint despite the several texts he had sent our begging. Finally Grove remembered the half guy loved word play and puns. He was “all right”
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