Friday, August 14, 2015
The Man Who Got Up Too Late
A terrifying first!
At sixes and sevens
this morning, like pre-
teen at an awkward dance.
Worse, he hardly talked
but that he snapped.
It's not me! he wanted to say
but couldn't bring himself to.
Managed, though, to make
the rounds at quitting: apologies.
So, he'd bring donuts later that week.
Had somehow to live down
the newish appellation
of Crabapple Jones!
The preparation for the next
day began when he slunk off
the bus. Everything check
and double-check now.
Never ever again! How his
hand trembled sliding
Marie Callender’s Chicken
Pot Pie into the microwave!
This new appliance desired
to ask him questions
as its table turned. He
demurred. “Lonely,”
it pronounced.
Labels: late for work, Marie Callender, microwave, oversleeping, relationships, smart appliances, work, work problems, working
