I labored in service of cleanliness as the hours stretched through lunchtime.
And yes, I'd worked up quite an appetite.
Polishing, dusting, and enhancing the luster of reasonably priced decorative items for the home?
It can make a body awfully HANGRY.
Right on cue, in walked my brother.
With lunch!
“Ah yes, this is a Josephine day," he said. “Hyung's Carpets is honored with the number-one budding meteorologist in town. Glad I stocked up on food."
“What did you bring, big brother?"
“They are delicious and spicy and they rhyme with … Flurr-Geetoes.”
“Burritos!"
“You got it. Think fast!"
And then, my incredibly stupid brother ... took out a burrito and launched it my way!
And yes, I'd worked up quite an appetite.
Polishing, dusting, and enhancing the luster of reasonably priced decorative items for the home?
It can make a body awfully HANGRY.
Right on cue, in walked my brother.
With lunch!
“Ah yes, this is a Josephine day," he said. “Hyung's Carpets is honored with the number-one budding meteorologist in town. Glad I stocked up on food."
“What did you bring, big brother?"
“They are delicious and spicy and they rhyme with … Flurr-Geetoes.”
“Burritos!"
“You got it. Think fast!"
And then, my incredibly stupid brother ... took out a burrito and launched it my way!
I did not catch the burrito.
But you know who did?
All the reasonably priced decorative home items I'd just cleaned!
And, well ... “Catch" is not the right word.
The burrito smashed into the hanging items and burst into an explosion of tomato and onion and seasoned chicken.
The remaining shower fell to the floor.
But you know who did?
All the reasonably priced decorative home items I'd just cleaned!
And, well ... “Catch" is not the right word.
The burrito smashed into the hanging items and burst into an explosion of tomato and onion and seasoned chicken.
The remaining shower fell to the floor.
“Why would you do that?"
“Why didn't you catch it?" Rick replied meekly.
“Because food is not something you throw and catch! Look at this mess. I've been working all morning."
“I've got more burritos."
“You have time to get a broom?"
“That does seem like the least I can do."
“Oh, you'll be doing more than the least."
Rick stood in shock, as if throwing food in a business was a good decision.
Now normally, my brother is decent-looking and all.
But right then, with his goofy ears and dopey, slack-jawed surprise?
He looked like a giraffe with a brain cramp.
“Why didn't you catch it?" Rick replied meekly.
“Because food is not something you throw and catch! Look at this mess. I've been working all morning."
“I've got more burritos."
“You have time to get a broom?"
“That does seem like the least I can do."
“Oh, you'll be doing more than the least."
Rick stood in shock, as if throwing food in a business was a good decision.
Now normally, my brother is decent-looking and all.
But right then, with his goofy ears and dopey, slack-jawed surprise?
He looked like a giraffe with a brain cramp.
Rick helped me get sour cream off the little whale and the chocolate gold. And removed pico de gallo from the purple disco ball.
He swept up the debris of the burst burrito with contrition.
My brother's a bonehead, but at least he owns his goof-ups.
The home décor area once again looked great, with no residual traces of food.
The clock chimed two o'clock.
I was done.
Success!
I had overcome all obstacles.
Contributed to the family business.
And now my day was free.
Basketball season was over and there was no marching band today.
I could sneeze and relocate spiders and eat burritos all night.
My mom wandered over to inspect my work.
She looked at the wall of paintings.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Is that a jalapeno ... on the Mona Lisa's forehead?"
I covered my face with the feather duster.
Rick spun away without saying a word.
I slunk over and freed Leonardo da Vinci's masterpiece from the hot pepper on her brow.
And somehow they wonder why I want to study weather.
Putting away cleaning supplies, I got ready to enjoy my Saturday.
And enjoy it I would.
Only 163 more hours till the time came to start all over again.
You know, I really gotta ask for a raise.
He swept up the debris of the burst burrito with contrition.
My brother's a bonehead, but at least he owns his goof-ups.
The home décor area once again looked great, with no residual traces of food.
The clock chimed two o'clock.
I was done.
Success!
I had overcome all obstacles.
Contributed to the family business.
And now my day was free.
Basketball season was over and there was no marching band today.
I could sneeze and relocate spiders and eat burritos all night.
My mom wandered over to inspect my work.
She looked at the wall of paintings.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Is that a jalapeno ... on the Mona Lisa's forehead?"
I covered my face with the feather duster.
Rick spun away without saying a word.
I slunk over and freed Leonardo da Vinci's masterpiece from the hot pepper on her brow.
And somehow they wonder why I want to study weather.
Putting away cleaning supplies, I got ready to enjoy my Saturday.
And enjoy it I would.
Only 163 more hours till the time came to start all over again.
You know, I really gotta ask for a raise.
