I often get an 'ear worm' song going round my head on a continuous loop.
This particular winters day it was Gilbert and Sullivan's "A Policeman's Lot Is Not A Happy One", (down an octave), "Happy One".
I did my own editing and replaced 'Policeman' with 'Roofing Salesman'.
Trundling along the motorway in the rain with the grey road, grey sky, grey Armco following a grey and dirty van which someone had scrawled on the tailgate 'Darren Is A Twit'. It was one of those days. Stop-start, stop-start, crawl-creep, crawl-creep. The gantry flashing 'Delay Ahead 40mph'. So why have I been doing less than 10mph for the last 2 miles? Grrr!. I know, I'll get off at the next service area and take a break from the rat race.
Exit motorway, park at furthest most point from the building as everyone else seems to have had the same idea. Trudge across the car park with the howling wind ensuring the horizontal rain washes my face, inadvertently stepping into a puddle - 1 wet ankle (left).
Queue up, consume coffee, exit building making a mental note not to stop here again. Overpriced and luke warm beverage. Trudge back to the car with the wind driven rain ensuring the back of my neck gets a good soaking. Remember to avoid the puddle, only to be splashed by an existing van. 1 wet ankle (right).
Indeed, "A Roofing Salesmans Lot Is Not A Happy One",(down an octave) "Happy One".
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