Imagine my horror – no! you can’t, but just try to –
imagine the horror when I unpacked my lunch and my read du jour for the leisurely oasis that is my 30-minute lunch break,
and discovered THIS:
Somehow the bottle of ice tea I packed had sprung a
leak in the bag I carried it in, destroying The
Fountainhead by Ayn Rand! Though the turkey and cheese sandwich was
unharmed, safe and secure in a plastic baggie, I immediately lost interest in
it. At the sight of the murdered book my heart plummeted! Must I secure my
books now in plastic baggies?
I immediately realized I had to replace it (I was 60
pages into the 700-page novel). Tonight? Should I leave work early and pick it
up a B&N on the highway before I had to get the girls and be at the night
job? No – too little time. It’ll have to be tomorrow morning, before basketball
games and the tax returns come calling in the later afternoon.
What a pity!
What a disappointment!
What O what shall I do for the thirty minutes my
office door is closed today?
[Note: the answer was to compose this blog post,
naturally]
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