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the wait of the world

my hand stretched out, startled i awoke, the bed was wet. was it me? nope, dry as the badlands-but no kids in my bed, peculiar.

turns out the offender snuck in when i was asleep and then finding the accomodations much too jacuzziesque for sleeping, stripped himself of his pee soaked clothing and snuggled up, dry as a urine soaked bone, in his own cozy little bed and slept like a champ.

i hate starting a day like this. knowing i'm freaking cursed at the crack o day, waiting on it. two tons of responsibility pressing down on my chest.

by nine i was talking live with true teacher from the office of his school. seems, number one, he's loud. number two, he says inappropriate things in school. for example, the teacher asked, "where did you go this summer?" he replied, "to the bathroom." they read a book about a rabbit named robbie. there was an uproarious classroom discussion just after(thanks to guess who). true said robbie farted to make himself jump higher. and finally, when the teacher asked for words to describe robbie, true said he was an evil bunny.

not having read the book, i was struggling with the message. the delivery was also disturbing as it is only day five of the new school year and the teacher was getting all columbine on me over true's inappropriate usage of the word "evil" in school.

damn good adjective, if you ask me, but she wasn't asking. no, not at all. guess she doesn't see the president using the word. ever watch the news, lady? axis of evil?

but i digress, as i'm prone to do.

did i mention the water was shut off at my office? all day. yep, it was an undeclared showdown of sordids between my landlord and my neighboring tenant. good thing i was expecting high casualties today, because my bladder took it for the team.

anyhow, my day is droning on and on, much like this post, when i suddenly had an avalanche of fence sitters. just after lunch, my phone rings, and it's my cowboy fence sitter. he asks if i have a minute, comes down to my office and moves just under two million dollars to me.

i walk him out to the lobby where ANOTHER long time fence sitter is sitting just shooting the shit with red. we have a nice discussion in the lobby, with orders and the works. he leaves and then red informs me, my slip is showing.

sure enough, i look down and my early morning haze comes into sharp focus. since i couldn't find the short slip, i just pulled the long one halfway up my torso. classy. it's hanging, not just a little lace showing, but two full inches below my hemline. i laugh until my mascara runs, and then i call it a day.

and i am almost believing that all this waiting was purposeful--that the psychological weight of the world is just levity, nothing more.

Posted by shoe at August 23, 2006 10:17 PM | TrackBack