plop

“Suddenly with a plop, the egg landed on the straw. With clucks of pleasure the hen shook her feathers, nudged the egg with her beak, and left,” Goodall wrote almost 60 years later.

Sydney plopped down in the middle of the room, unconsciously posing, as if he were Cary Grant.

The lunch hour came and, sore and exhausted, I grabbed the Playmate cooler I’d borrowed from my father-in-law and plopped down on the ground.

I wanted so badly to ask him what he was writing but would have had to yell across the bar or plop down next to him.

In order to sit next to a stranger, I’d have to eschew vast stretches of empty stools and plop down right beside them like a creep, hitting on unsuspecting old people.