I clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I had a terrible sleep, again, followed by stubbing my toe on the bedside table...again. This immediate pain inflicted on me after finally managing to will myself out from under the heavy blankets that held me down, that's what I get for making an effort to move I guess? Then an unforgiving cold shower with the accidental hot sting of shampoo in my unsuspecting eye. Seriously, my head has been backwards all morning, cereal pulled out of the cupboard and placed back in the fridge, milk pulled from the fridge and placed back in the cupboard...I even managed to slam my own leg in the door as I rushed to get out of my apartment in the attempt to make it to work on time.
There is exactly twenty-one stoplights between my small shitty rundown apartment and my job, and do you know how I know that? Because I hit every one of those fucking red lights on the way to my job, thus making all that rushing a waste of time in the first place. This would be funny if it wasn't happening to me I suppose. The court jester for one more day it would seem.
I am in sales, and this type of morning does not put you in the best of shape when it comes to trying to sell people with your personality, and I must have radiated an air of annoyance all day, because customers avoided me like the plague.
After a grueling day of forced smiles and constant internal debate on which direction my life is going in, I finally made it to the end of my shift.
Heading back home I once again hit every damn light on my way back. Needless to say, this day could burn to the ground for all I care, and if I have one more annoying issue arise today, then I would be the one starting the fire.
I made my way from the car and back in to my apartment, finally.
I threw my car keys on the table, my jacket on the couch, my work shirt against the wall, my cell phone on the table next to my keys, and I slumped defeated on the leather love seat ready to settle in to some serious wall staring and dark thoughts...then something happened.
I watched as Danbox crawled up upon the table and towards my phone. He didn't walk but instead crawled towards it, obviously intrigued by this technology but still a bit fearful of it as well.
In his typical child-like way, Danbox looked over at me to get approval to touch this foreign object, but today I wasn't approving anything and so I just looked away.
He looked back at the phone, back at me, then back at the phone, and proceeded to push the buttons to turn it on and search it for something. Moments later he stopped like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. For a moment I thought something was truly wrong with Danbox, but still being in a grumpy mood I didn't say anything. I looked down at what had made this little box man freeze up so fast; a beautiful model with giant breasts and a very welcoming smile, and for the first time all day I smiled then broke into a laugh that soon had me wiping tears from my eyes.
"Take a good look little buddy, this is what puts you back in the right side of the bed".
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