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The Metaphor Post
Doesn’t Metaphor look like some kind of drug to help with erections?
I was just feeling merry but didn’t have the merriment to match. Dr. Kenneth Lay and Metaphor fixed that ‘phor’ me.
I had ideas, I tell you.. visions of grandeur. But like most things in my life, I either left them or threw them away. Surprise smuprise.
So, like I said this morning I was happy. I will attempt to describe this feeling in efforts to bring it back like an ER case that’s not looking good in need of the paddles. Dammit! I think that’s a simile.. maybe not.
I don’t know why I was happy. Actually, I think it had something to do with my walk. I found a new way up the Madison Union station walkway that has greatly reduced my walking time. I think I got a few mutual smiles and that helped contribute to my buoyent attitude.
My shoes are fitting well enough too - that helps.
What doesn’t help is 2 - 4 PM. It’s the worst part of the day. If I could avoid doing anything between those hours I think I’ll be fine.
But I digress..
It’s getting darker out earlier now.. and that contributes to the melancholy.
We’re all lucky and should be happy.
I heard about a guy to day who had a nice trading job at the Merc, got settled, bought a nice house in Winnetka, lost his job and then, just lost it. He started robbing banks and dry cleaners.
He got caught because he wanted to get caught, to find a way out when there was no way that he saw of getting out.
Flu Shots
We had flu shot day in the building today, and I think there’s a lot of room to make the Flu season a bit more exciting… and I don’t mean “Bird Flu” exciting, I mean.. like ’tis the season exciting.
Walmart’s across the land could have a huge tie-in sale because there’s nothing people like more than a sale.. they’re like the new parades. People line up in their minivans early in the morning, get their Starbucks, and WHAMMO! before you know it it’s noon, you’ve hit Target, Burberry, Bed Bath and Beyond, and you’re ready for the ol’ reliable 25 cent Starbucks shot at Nordy’s, a shorthand for Nordstroms that I borrow here from Heather, who still ranks among the hottest women I’ve ever met.
I still can’t remember her last name though. I do, however remember her leaving her pantyhose at Dick’s near the tail end of the life of the Flats in Cleveland a few years back.
It was the same night I arrived late, and Nancy I’m still sorry for being late and the rain and it getting in your jeep that night. Furthermore, do you remember the homeless man we ignored by your jeep as we talked and snapped the cover on and kept talking to avoid confronting his being so real, so there, so human just like us? Just like the man in Winnetka who got to the bank and got caught, got relief, and got religion, and now,
just might get his kids to understand.