A Day in the life….
It was a Tuesday, November 1st
Little did I know it would be one of my worst.
Started off, pretty hard and fast
Weather man LaCate had missed his forecast.
Raining, nay, pouring, it was outside.
The kind of day you should stay inside.
This ringing particularly true for me,
But when I woke up, this I couldn’t see.
Zero-8:30 my exam was at school,
What’s chen’s predictive model??? I’m such a fool.
Oh well it’s over now, I think I did okay…
At least it’s turning into a sunny day!
I’m going shopping, I need some jeans.
My old ones I have are splitting at the seams.
Not once but twice I’ve sewn the “seat”
Were this July, I may have exposed some meat.
I’ll surprise mom, over at VC
After that, bad things started happening to me.
As I pulled out there, onto the road,
My car began croaking, just like a toad.
Downtown I coasted, to go and shop,
A pair of jeans from Tommy, then to school, a quick hop.
Finally I found them, at 50% off.
I still can’t seem to shake this stupid cough.
I need a white shirt, pure white, like snow,
So clean that in sun light it seems to just glow.
In business looks matter, I’m sure you know.
$95 plus tax and tailoring, I had to blow.
It’s a lot I know
But, you see,
Over the last long while, I’ve bought nothing for me.
Besides, for the money, I didn’t work,
For knowing the markets I considered it a perk.
Paid for it by tapping my computer box
I paid the shirt off, eight times over, using stocks.
But enough about the stupid shirt, I digress,
The car was about to cause me a lot more stress.
A ticket, well, that’s juuust great.
I swear I was only 2 minutes late.
$25 ok, I think that is just.
I will make sure and pay it, soon, if I must.
The car sounds worse, it’s to the mechanic.
What the hell’s wrong with it, I’m starting to panic.
Up on the hoist, start up the car.
The noise is coming from that spinning bar.
Ok that’s the problem, the target is known.
How do we fix it, get on the damn phone.
The piece is small, center bearing for the shaft.
1800 big
GM only sells the shaft as a unit.
I felt all puff and red like a zit.
Shit, I was thinking, I shouldn’t have gone shopping.
And I teach in a 1/2 hour, I’d better get hopping.
Late for my own class, b/c I drove like a snail.
I didn’t want the shaft to fall out, and my undercarriage impale.
But, Class was just great, I felt like a preacher,
My new student told me, I should be a teacher.
“I’ve heard that before” I said with a grin
“there may be a teaching bone under my skin”
I went home and looked for it, I’m not going to lie,
I almost passed out when I looked at my thigh.
Too often with sports I play it too tough
I guess I decided enough is enough.
Three times now this season, I’ve injured my leg.
If you can believe it, it looked like a rotten egg.
It was black and blue, it looked super gross,
It felt really sore, and it looked like burnt toast.
Ok, I thought, I’ll stop being a cock,
First thing tomorrow, I’ll go see the doc.
And then I woke up, and my cell phone had died,
I looked at my old fido and I almost cried.
That thing is so ugly and bulky to boot,
But I do have to use it, that point is moot.
My phone wasn’t charging, how lovely is that.
It’s like hitting your head on a table, if you are a cat. J
But then I fought back and mixed all my woes,
Car’s fixed, so is the phone, and my leg is now froze.
The End
Yay.