I have no tales to tell. No reviews, no yarns, no funny anecdotes. Definitely no lengthy narratives about cleansing my physical space, in-betweenness, artistic journeys or nourishing my soul. Because stuff like that makes me kind of want to punch my pillow.
This is all I have.
Today 3 SunTrust employees told me to have a wonderful weekend. Two of them literally shouted it from their desks on my way out the door. Way to drive the point home. This bank doesn’t just urge you to have a good day – it demands that you have yourself a wonderful weekend.
Yesterday at Publix, a manager came up to the male cashier and whispered something to him. The cashier, who was older than me and had grey hair, looked down, fastened a button on his shirt and said “Oh. I didn’t know it had come undone.”
As I looked for books at the library the other day I became aware of arduous grunts and exhalations of ecstasy resonating through the closed door of the family bathroom. It continued for some time. Eventually the grunter emerged, alive and well.
Now go on. Get out of here and get back to those pretty, soul- inspiring blogs. Because all you’re going to find around here are some observations about weird corporate policies and grunting.