MonkeyPants

The Day Nothing Got Done.

The cars were far-flung and it took a while to get them all to the garage. Plus there was construction and random congestion on usually smooth-sailing roads. The sun came out today, so people were driving sun-crazy instead of rain-crazy.

By the time I got the cars in, the mechanics were busy on other people’s cars. Hey, mechanics! I bring you cookies and talk about your children with you! Drop those cars and work on my cars! No, I didn’t do that. But I didn’t get through my list today. I hope my boss doesn’t think I was slacking, because I wasn’t.

I called him as I was on my way to teach. “It’s the day nothing got done!”
“I know,” he said. “I need to talk to them about that.” But it wasn’t the garage’s fault. It was that I didn’t get up at 6am to bring cars in. I hope my boss, indie rocker that he is, recognizes that 6am is not an option.

I only do that in the summertime.