Wednesday Morning
There is a fool in the parking lot below me, vacuuming his little truck for the last hour. I mean, really? Did he just go through a desert storm with his windows open, or is he simply this bored? I’m sick, tired, and bloody hot, and on top of that forced to listen to some little vacuum overheating, squealing, and begging for mercy. Give it a break, Mr!
Posted in Life by Arthur Brash at September 2nd, 2009.
