Monday, July 12, 2004
Monday
This six-letter word, powerful enough to blow up an inhibited south pacific atoll into ashes. It is so dreadful that the force causes a disturbance in the earth's magnetic fields, causing the migrating birds to the south ending up in North Pole. They eventually rot and die. This is what some people think of Monday. I never understood why.
Conversation with a friend on a Monday:
"Don't try to humor me, it's Monday." she said.
"What's that has to do with Monday." I squawked.
"The weekend is already over!" she exhaled.
"Did you have a bad weekend?" I was curious.
"No it was good actually. Very refreshing."
"So what was the problem? I could not figure it out. You did not get wasted, or hung over, or even got a tattoo that should exist. Everything was good, now you are fresh, what else could you ask for?" I rose in disgust.
The next thing I know, I was left on the curb of the streets walking to work. Ok, that's fiction, but the look from her eyes says it all.
Moral of the story: Never question the sanity of the person who is driving you somewhere.
Conversation with a friend on a Monday:
"Don't try to humor me, it's Monday." she said.
"What's that has to do with Monday." I squawked.
"The weekend is already over!" she exhaled.
"Did you have a bad weekend?" I was curious.
"No it was good actually. Very refreshing."
"So what was the problem? I could not figure it out. You did not get wasted, or hung over, or even got a tattoo that should exist. Everything was good, now you are fresh, what else could you ask for?" I rose in disgust.
The next thing I know, I was left on the curb of the streets walking to work. Ok, that's fiction, but the look from her eyes says it all.
Moral of the story: Never question the sanity of the person who is driving you somewhere.
BJ 5:21 PM