The Bearer of Bad News

Education & Training with Prairie Scapes / Scape-it™

Malcolm paints a picture we all can see ourselves in.   What do you do?

Thank you Malcolm ...  Each day is special ... and who knows what will happen!  I will think of you as security comes to get me as I let loose on some display confronting me when I next walk into some store.

Original content by Malcolm Johnston

Damn you, Crayola Pencil display. You ruined a perfectly good trip to Walmart. I was only popping in to buy a couple of bags of potting soil from the garden centre, and there you were, grinning from ear to ear, strategically placed near the entrance. Seeing you was unavoidable, but you knew that, that's why you were situated there.

Who do you think you are? Do you enjoy wiping the smile off other people's faces while grinning from ear to ear yourself? Oh how I would have enjoyed putting a fist through your bubbly yellow cardboard visage, but I restrained myself, I didn't want to give the elderly greeter at the door a heart attack. Just wait though, I'll catch you when no one else is around, we'll see what happens then.

You and your "back to school" acolytes really enjoy your role, don't you? You are a grim reminder that summer will soon be over and that most of us didn't do half the things we set out to do at the beginning. You are there to tell the kids that soon their lazy hazy days are over, and it's back to the classroom, and you are there to warn the rest of us that soon we'll be raking leaves, wearing sweaters, scurrying around to come in out of the cold.

I defy you. There is still some time left, all is not yet lost, I will squeeze every last drop out of this summer much like a man trying to squeeze his inadequate lemon sliver over two pieces of haddock at the fish and chips stand. I will even put the lemon rind in my mouth to get that last little bit of lemony-goodness.

Just you wait, your day will come too, you yellow bellied destroyer of summer time magic. Soon you will be put out to pasture yourself when the Halloween displays make their appearance. You won't be laughing then you miserable soul-sucking artificial overblown writing utensil effigy. As much as I dislike the Halloween displays, they at least serve the purpose of putting you in your rightful place, in the stock room, out of sight.

There, now that I've said it, I feel a lot better. Oh, and there's 137 days until Christmas.


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Comments (1)

Phil Hillerman
Crye-Leike Realtors® - Rogers, AR
Crye-Leike Realtors®

Hi Len, thanks for the re-blog.  Now there is only 83 days til Christmas!

Oct 03, 2011 02:30 AM