Labor Day weekend, a gory end without option
To rub lemon juice into my wound, the weatherman has informed my glorious city that we are in for an abrupt change in weather. Abrupt meaning SNOW in the mountains. Yes, snow. SNOW in the mountains.
This awful forecast left me wishing I was being offered a choice. An option perhaps equally as awful, but still, an option to choose my own demise. Such as: would you rather have snow over the Labor Day weekend OR would you rather pass silent but deadly gas in the dentist chair while having a filling replaced? This is the kind of situation you cannot hide from, the guilt of your offense is obvious and you have nowhere to run and no one to blame it on. You must choose wisely.
Yes, I would rather THAT, passing the deadly wind in the dentist chair in front of the dentist, the kind of gas that clears the room and requires the fire department to open and waft the windows, YES, YES, THAT! Instead of enduring SNOW OVER LABOR DAY WEEKEND! Please, anything but that.
To the weather man I say “you must be kidding me”, and then I fall to the ground like a fish out of water, convulsing until I fall flat on my back with my legs in the air, and then after what seems like hours, my legs drop. I have X’s on my eyes, and I lay still while humming “Mr. Sun”.
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