Frequent Flyer
Even though I cleared it out before the winter break, it never fails that I'm always greeted with a full mailbox exceeding maximum capacity when I get back. It's so packed with sports schedules, fund raiser flyers, and makeshift ads from teachers who want to be my Mary Kay Cosmetics provider (or Avon... or Magic Chef...) that I'm afraid it's gonna' blow like one of those joke cans with the snakes in them. If you think I'm kidding, then go ask the Home Ec teacher about her eye patch.
As I started to unclog the sucker, one of the flyers ripped off into my hand. I only had the top of it, but I sure wish I had the rest to read. The part in my hand read:
"Ride a Bike to Alaska for Cancer!"
Uh, no thank you.
I don't want cancer.
At least that's how I read it. What? Go back and read it for yourself.
I'm not sure how many people this flyer is going to wrangle in, if they read it the same as I did, but it sure did brighten up my day. Sadly, these moments are brief and now it's back to the salt mines--until I come across a flyer that says, "Wrestle a Bear for Lime Disease!"
As I started to unclog the sucker, one of the flyers ripped off into my hand. I only had the top of it, but I sure wish I had the rest to read. The part in my hand read:
"Ride a Bike to Alaska for Cancer!"
Uh, no thank you.
I don't want cancer.
At least that's how I read it. What? Go back and read it for yourself.
I'm not sure how many people this flyer is going to wrangle in, if they read it the same as I did, but it sure did brighten up my day. Sadly, these moments are brief and now it's back to the salt mines--until I come across a flyer that says, "Wrestle a Bear for Lime Disease!"