So I first found this thing on my shelf the morning of
December 1, and immediately an odd feeling halfway between dread and annoyance spread
through me. Every morning I see it perched in a different spot in my living
room, glaring down at me, accusing me, judging me, scolding me.
I’ve had it. I just can’t seem to get rid of the damn
thing. I’ve tried running the AC on with the windows open. I tried jacking the
thermostat up to 90. I leave all the lights on in the house, even during the
day while I’m at work. Can’t tell you how many plastic straws I’ve thrown her
way, then thrown out those open windows along with the air conditioned air.
[Image taken from the absolute funniest site on the web,
The Babylon Bee, in an article “New Greta on the Shelf Doll Will Track Your
Climate Sins”.]
1 comment:
I'm sure she chartered flights for a crew to pilot a yacht to your house.
Uncle
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