A Funny Thing Happen on My Way
Through the day. It started just like any other day: Is it Amazon’s fault?
I woke up.
On my way to the loo…I’d say bathroom, but since my friends in England say loo, I can only say bathroom if I’m taking a bath. I can’t say restroom in the morning because I wouldn’t need a rest.
Forget the loo part. I put a kettle on to boil water for my French press coffee. I wandered in to snap on the TV and just in the nick of time remembered I didn’t have one. It broke. So after my coffee was ready I sat and read the titles of my favorite DVDs.
Fond memories in that stash of obsolete viewing material.
Right at the end of Wuthering Heights where Heathcliff carries Cathy to the window…
Crash crash. Bright lights shined through my windows. It was 5:45 and the sounds were Amazon’s delivery truck banging into the post office loading ramp.
And my garden’s retaining wall!
I put on my robe and slippers and meandered out to get license plate numbers and take photos. My patience has worn out.
I’d have run out but I’m old and did not want to take a chance of breaking — like my TV.
