It’s funny how you can find inspiration for stories in the strangest places. My newest story “Mr. and Mrs. Cranky Pants” was inspired by my comment to a person at my doctor’s office. There’s a nurse practitioner who works in my doctor’s office who I try to avoid at all times because she has terrible bedside manner and is cranky. When attempting to make an appointment with my doctor and finding out she wasn’t available, I was told I could make an appointment instead with the cranky nurse practitioner (NP). I mentioned to the lady at the appointment desk that I thought the NP was a “cranky pants” to which the person on the phone laughed and agreed with the comment. After hanging up the phone, I thought about writing a story about someone who is a “cranky pants.” Then I remembered these ladies who lived down the street from me in south St. Louis who used to scrub the sidewalk in front of their houses. When we walked to school, the ladies would stand on their front porches and frown at us as we walked on “their” pristine sidewalk.