Monday - Mystery
Oct. 3rd, 2005 11:30 amDriving into work this morning, I caught the eye of the grim reaper working his ferris wheel at the intersection that no one sees but me.
He smiled and shouted, "Congratulations!"
I have no idea what he is talking about.
I don't want to know.
His busy season is over for the time being. It's about time. The ferris wheel is making its usual stops and starts at its usual pace. For awhile, I was afraid to look at it as I drove by; it always seemed to be stopped and unloading.
The ground at his feet was littered with cigarette butts. I always want to tell him to please put them in a waste receptacle, but I don't. I like to stay on his good side.
He smiled and shouted, "Congratulations!"
I have no idea what he is talking about.
I don't want to know.
His busy season is over for the time being. It's about time. The ferris wheel is making its usual stops and starts at its usual pace. For awhile, I was afraid to look at it as I drove by; it always seemed to be stopped and unloading.
The ground at his feet was littered with cigarette butts. I always want to tell him to please put them in a waste receptacle, but I don't. I like to stay on his good side.