MY BLOG: Every day for a year.
Day 19. ‘Betwixt the sad and philosophical, a smile.’
Laurel and Hardy danced a hearty calamity upon my roof. It seemed to my untrained ear that
In a loud booming Australian drawl I hear, “oh sh*t, bro!” The accent, mixed with Kiwi idiosyncrasy somewhat incongruous, but they persist.
“I missed a point!”
“Ohh for sh*t’s sake bro.”
“Yeah I know bro, I’m sh*t.”
“Yeah you are
In a loud hushed whisper comes, ” Shhhhh, check your sh*t bro, I think the chick can hear you.”
“Oh shit bro, really?”
I summoned my best Miss Priss and replied through the open window, “yes, I can hear you gentleman.”
A momentary awkward silence, then two faces slid over the roof edge and peered into my office window. The upside down grins and cheeky apologies hard to refuse, not that I was in the least bit offended in the first place. The gift of a smile, and a good job to boot. More days like these 🙂