Tuesday, March 11, 2003

about half an hour ago, a woman was sitting peacefully, comfortably, in the warm california sun, a slight breeze in the air that was making her hair a bit flyaway.
but she managed.
she continued to read, unaware that disaster was about to strike.

in a mere moment of ill-moving swinging lower calves, her errant leg knocked into her paper cup on the ground, housing her wondrous coffee sensation, in the hopes to be sipped again very soon.

alas, it was not to be.
the entire thing spilled onto the ground.

it was clear the woman was frustrated, maybe even upset. a random "awww," an aural form of acknowledge sympathy for the woman, was heard from another care-loving woman, but it did little to assuage the loss of the java from its cup.

when it was clear there was no possibility of salvaging the coffee, she got up, tossed the paper cup into the trash and began walking angrily away, still stewing about her profound loss, stunned by the enormity of it all. what she thought was still available to her was snatched away in an instant, never to be recovered.

oh, it's a sad tale alright.
i wonder, where is that woman now?
and is she crying?

god only knows, my friends. god only knows.

this is an important message from puto D wankaror, member FDIC

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