As I drove away from the gas station this afternoon, and watched my gas cap roll merrily down the street, I exclaimed an "Awweeee man!"
My gas caps - the streets I have traveled are littered with at least 5 - 10 that have taken flight from the roofs of my various cars. "Awweeeee man!"
I am a very good loser.
Many a minute have I spent frantically tearing apart my dwelling in search of my keys, a matching sock (long gave up on those), the remote, 7 debit cards, glasses of water - even a cantaloupe. Ohhhh, dearest sunglasses. Sometimes I do find. The relief of a find never seems to quite match the angst of the search. Life must go on...loser.
Recently I lost a pair of jeans. (why are they called a "pair" of jeans anyway...makes it seem like I lost two). How does one lose a jean? Dearest world, how?
2 comments:
Love the poetic allusion, Hubert. If you're not a master of losing, you're at least of Bachelor of Art(s).
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