the gods who preside over our municipality have woken up from a fitfull slumber, yawned, picked their noses, rolled up their sleeves, and decided to have some fun. the regular cronies were invited, given spades, shovels, drills, and what-have-you and unleashed upon the unsuspecting world.
result - the enitre day spent against a non-stop, setting-teeth-on-edge background drone of drills digging holes into our street. why did they have to do something so damaging to street-beauty? our street is nicely holed and uneven on its own. it needed no help.
and, they who dwell in far-off municipal-land seem to have the unrealistic conviction that ordinary citizens are descended from grasshoppers or gophers. what else explains the long, deep tunnels and holes decorating our street and others before and after in an intricate (if viewed from above, no doubt beautiful) web of unpassable hurdles? how am i supposed to get to my bus tomorrow? not walk all the way to the corner house - the third from mine? such insensitivity! and in my early-morning brain-dead condition! who will be responsible for the mayhem that i shall cause in my irritability at school?
the government, i tell you!! it should be banned.
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