A parody would be perfect
A parody. A spoof. A lampoon.
A rational lampoon.
~smiling broadly~
This, I tell you, must be done–it will be done–and I am going do it.
It would be delightful to put together.
And, of course, you will know about it.
[You will likely be the only ones who know about it.]
On a second–and final–note.
I haven’t been able to hear approximately 50% of what people have been saying to me on the phone for the last three weeks. The speaker quit.
[No, I did not drop it in the toilet. Or run over it with my car.]
The first couple of days I clarified what everyone said.
I’m sorry, what?
Say that again, will you?
What did you say?
Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t understand that. Please say it again.
I would repeat what information I did understand–and even explain the pathetic state of my phone.
[First world problems are difficult to bear.]
I began to feel like an 87-year old woman (my apologies to any 87-year old reading this) who needed something like this or this.
So–I made a last minute appointment with one of the Geniuses (that is their preferred moniker) at the Apple store in the Gateway Mall. I arrived several minutes before my appointment and decided to go exploring.
I found this marvelous building. A marvelous building with a marvelous room inside.
[Well, two marvelous rooms–I also found a restroom.]
[Well, two marvelous rooms–I also found a restroom.]
No one else was in this marvelous room (not referring to the bathroom, thank you). No one.
I did what any rational person would do in the same situation.
Two words: River Dance.
Here’s almost two minutes of choreography that is quite similar to what I spontaneously did today.
Good thing I carry a costume, shoes, and music with me at all times.
Phone fixed.
Dancing done.
BoOm.
what do you think?