Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Even More Simple
We discussed what makes me very happy in the post from yesterday. However, would you like to know what makes me even happier than that?
When it happens a second day in a row!
Haha.
Hahahahahaha!
MUUHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!
I wonder if my co-workers had any time to dry their clothes out from yesterday before getting DRENCHED again today! :::hysterical laughing break:::
“Serenity, why do you want your co-workers to suffer like that?”
Because they’re idiots! And the more miserable those idiots are, the funnier I think it is.
While it was pouring rain earlier today, I laid down on my bed and pictured this scenario:
Tourists out on an airboat, going 30mph when suddenly, the skies splits open and rain like water rushing from a thousand water falls beats down on them. They scream, they look around, left to right, right to left and then up to the captain of the airboat. ‘Why is he still driving! It’s raining!’ Because you bought tickets, morons! They grab life jackets to hold over their heads, as if that actually works, goosebumps pop out all over their arms and legs because once again, they did not dress appropriately for the weather, their hair mats down to the sides of their faces and they sputter as water rolls down from their head and in to their eyes and mouth.
The tour guide semi enjoys this display but also hates the fact that he, too, is now sopping wet because of these assholes. He decides to go around one more time just to drive home a point. He eventually finds his way back to the dock where the tourists scramble off the airboat before it is even completely tied to the dock. Some slip and fall on their ass in the mud and the tour guide tells them, “I hope you break your leg!” They flee, in terror of this thing called ‘rain’ and seek shelter underneath a giant Banyan tree. After about a minute, they run to the store to buy towels, shirts and sweatshirts.
The business makes money off of the stupidity of tourists.
The tour guides? Not so much. Which is why the tour guide took them around one more time out in the monsoon. He has to get his revenge somehow and back at the dock is too late. He’s wet and cold but since none of these pieces of shit tipped him, it was worth it. But damnit all, why did it have to rain while I was working, he thinks. Some people are at home, lying in their beds, reading or sleeping. It’s just not fair.
Somewhere, not too far away, is Serenity, lying in her bed, imagining all of this and giggling her ever loving ass off.
The End.
I think I’ll go watch the traffic report now to watch all those people trying to get home in this weather.
“Oh, would you look at that? I think I can see that driver banging on their steering wheel in a fit of road rage. What’s that Mr. Driver? You just want to get home? Guess what? I’m already home! Where it’s dry, comfortable and I’m doing whatever I want and no tool shed is in a car in front of me keeping me from that. Sucks to be you!”
I’ve been giggling like a loon all day.
