
The 10 Worst Things that Could Happen on Your Way to Work
(in no particular order)
(and with no particular sincerity)
Note: For anyone confused by the use of plural pronouns: I have the luxury and joy of driving with my fabulous wife to work each day. Thus, what happens to me on the way to work happens to us.
- Four flat tires.
- A committee of vultures
mistakingrecognizing one of our cars as carrion and trying to fly off with it. - Discovering that the roads are coated in ice, soapy water, grease, and Teflon, and that those four have merged in such a way as to definitely prove the sporting axiom, "The whole is greater than the sum of the parts."
- Realizing that we've forgotten to shut off the kitchen light, oven, stove, tart burner, hair straightener, dryer, shower, and alarm.
- Realizing that we've forgotten to take napkins with our lunches.
- Realizing that we don't need to come into work because it's Christmas day.
- A call from our boss saying that there's no point in coming to work because we've both been fired and there's no point in going back home because he's remotely fire-bombed our house.
- Realizing that being on #8 in a list of ten really means there are three left even though ten minus eight equals two.
- Six words (including these): Explosive diarrhea.
- Getting into an accident with the President and finding out that he's uninsured.
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Today's writing music selection: Loch Lomond
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