Go Ahead
- who supplies noodles
- flung backwards upon the bed
- sometimes I say the stupid things I think
- forced to rehire an elementary school teacher
- in the half-remodeled kitchen
Go ahead. Ask me how my day was.
You’ve never had a day like this, not unless you were forced to rehire an elementary school teacher who supplies noodles to a ring of car thieves, not unless you had to explain to the parents of that teacher’s whole class why you fired him in the first place and then announce his continued access to their children without pausing for breath. Not unless you went on to imply that those particular students had probably stolen more than a few cars themselves, so what was the harm. Not unless you then got fired, and not rehired.
Getting up this morning was a mistake. Once I was up, I should have caved in to my urges and let myself be flung backwards upon the bed in the half-remodeled kitchen. Oh, you bet your ass there’s a story behind that, but it’s too long and I’m too short of bourbon.
Sometimes I say the stupid things I think, and today I said them to the wrong people.