Tuesday, October 14, 2008

That blows

I got home tonight exhausted and nauseous, certain a flu bug had set up camp in the supple lining of my stomach. Distracted and out of sorts, I shut the front door behind me and turned to insert my key into the lock.

But that's not what I'm supposed to do when I get home and shut the door behind me. That's what I'm supposed to do when I leave the office and shut the door behind me. I'm supposed to shut the door, and then lock it.

Fuck.

So I packed my aching joints and queasy organs back into the car and drove all the way back to work, only to find that I had, in fact, locked the door behind me.

Double fuck.

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