Today on my drive to the day job, it took me several miles before I realized I was following an upholstery truck. This is normal for me in the morning. I've had days where it took me a few hours to realize I forgot to comb my hair after showering, so a few miles is pretty average.
What finally caught my attention wasn't that fact that I was going slow following an upholstery truck. It wasn't the garish yellow font on the side and back end of the truck. It wasn't the fact that there was cardboard taped where the back window should be. It was the fact that they had an emergency 24-hour phone number to call. My first thought of today was "Well, who has an upholstery emergency and what exactly is an upholstery emergency? What fabriced surface can't wait until 9-5 on a weekday?"
Once I got to work, I made a pot of coffee for myself (since everyone else is taking a break from caffeine) and slowly pondered the ramifications of upholstery emergencies. Can one use this as an excuse to stay home from work? What if a neighbor dog peed on your carpet in the wee-wee hours (ha!) before a big party, is this the type of emergency they have in mind? Or if a mountain lion broke in and decided to sharpen his claws on your couch?
As I drank more coffee and the day progressed, I realized that I have no idea what constitutes an upholstery emergency. I realized that this is right up there with valet parking at the mall (huh?). These are things that don't make sense to me no matter how much coffee/pondering I do. I do know that dinner is ready and that "Kids in the Hall" is ready to watch.
An Erinku:
that
burned smell
dinner
at last
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