Why are you still home?

My alarm didn’t wake me up this morning. Feeling light flood my room, I awoke with a curse and looked at my alarm clock. Seeing it was 7:00 made me curse again. I threw on a sweater and trousers and left the house within 5 minutes. Half way to the train I realized I had a meeting with clients to negotiate a very large sized deal. I couldn’t show up in trousers and a sweater! I turned around, went home, pulled on pantyhose and a dress and went to work late.

How could I have slept in? I remember setting my alarm. Apparently I must have turned it off but I don’t remember. Although I do remember having extremely odd dreams. The middle finger on my left hand was somehow chopped off. Looking at where my finger used to reside, I noticed it looked like a phone jack. I ran to the bathoom and saw a long, thick, lock of hair sitting in my shower stall. I worried that I had somehow gotten scalped. The longer I looked at the lock of hair, the more I realized it was just a dead bird. Suddenly the bird started to jerk about, thrashing. I decided to ignore it and go to Best Buy. Somehow I decided that if I kissed everyone in Best Buy, I would be presented with a 20% off coupon. Every customer I passed, I kissed on the cheek. Unfortunately, once at the cash register, the cashier refused to give me my discount. Strange.

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