Irrational II:
Back on Monday, June 17th I stopped bringing the mail in. Nobody noticed. I gave up and brought it in the Sunday after. I became curious.
The next week I didn’t bring the mail in. On Sunday I brought in five days worth of mail.
The next week I didn’t bring the mail in. On Sunday I brought in five days of mail.
The next week I didn’t bring the mail in. I was expecting a check, so I did check the mail box. My check wasn’t there, but a Jury Summons for The Prof was there. Perhaps it’s a symptom of the obsessiveness with the mail I’ve been accused of, but I couldn’t leave a jury summons in the mail box. I left the rest of the mail, but brought that in. On Sunday I brought the rest of the mail in, including my check.
The next week I didn’t bring the mail in. The Professor finished teaching classes for the summer and now has his days free until the end of August. He checked the mailbox on Wednesday because he was expecting a delivery from Amazon. He brought three days of mail in without noticing. On Sunday I brought the rest of the mail in.
Today is Tuesday. I have not brought mail in this week. On the plus side, I no longer have to balance a bundle of oddly sized items while carrying my purse, lunch bag and brief case and attempting to juggle the door keys.
So today’s essay question, class, is to address what it means if you go on strike and nobody notices. Points for succinctness and clarity. Bonus points for telling me something I don’t already know.
This might not be too nice of me,,,but I think I’d bring my mail in but leave his out there (forever if need be).
My essay:
Men don’t notice the things we do regularly. They are convinced that gnomes, fairies, and/or elves do those little things like bringing in the mail, scrubbing the shower, or straightening the rugs. Too flippin’ bad my elves/fairies/gnomes have been on strike for nearly the last two decades.
P.S. You didn’t know there was a gnome/elf/fairy union did you??? That means I get extra points *grins*
End of essay.
Heeheeheeheehee. It reminds me of when I got tired of being the only one who took out the trash, resulting in the Great Trash War of 1991. For a couple of weeks before my roommate and I moved out of our townhouse to individual apartments, no trash got taken out. Instead, the tied-up bags got moved to the (empty) dining room. My roommate refused to acknowledge that this was happening, till the day before the move when we both cracked, and we packed up our cars’ trunks with trash bags and took like twenty bags of stinking trash to the dumpster.
The point being that sometimes they know, but they’re too pig-headed to say or do anything about it.
Reminds of the the story of the man who comes home from work each day, eats the dinner his wife has cooked and then complains about the mess of dirty pots & pans in the sink. One day he comes home, his wife is sitting in the kitchen which is sparkling clean and there are no dirty pots and pans in the sink. Does he compliment her on cleaning the kitchen. No he simply complains he has no dinner waiting on him.
I have no essay, because I’m still amazed that he doesn’t care about the mail. BassPlayer takes every chance he can get to check the mail for himself. It’s like a kid at Christmas sometimes ("Have you checked the mail yet? No? Great – I’m going to check the mail!").
1. strike didn’t work
2. don’t get it AT ALL…see if that works.
(yeah, i know, no extra bonus points for me)