Mondays are getting harder,
Did you ever tell somebody exactly what you want only to have them repeat the exact opposite to you? That’s what happened to me yesterday. Monday. When I said no, and repeated what I wanted, the same thing happened. I realize that I’m a Yankee. A Damn Yankee. I speak like I’m from Brooklyn, which I am. That should make me sound like a Yat, a person who lives in the 7th Ward.
There’s good historical reason for that. It’s likely that Yats were sailors. The two biggest ports in the country back before the Civil War were Brooklyn and New Orleans.
That little bit of history behind me, I repeated myself for the third time after asking this person where she is from. Florida. That explains everything. Too much orange juice. Too much beach life, Too many really good drugs.
I don’t know if any of that is true. But, something was getting between my speech and her hearing. Eventually, it worked out.
Monday is not the day for that kind of weirdness. I am usually very, very busy. Yesterday was no different. I have no idea how people get bored during this time in our isolation bubble. Maybe it’s because I feel like I have all the time in the world so I take my time and work through everything more completely.
How about you?
Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.