There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high
Thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
Today at work, I got settled in, powered up, turned on the t.v. and grabbed the paper.
Because I wasn't particularly anxious to get rolling, I read the paper. The whole paper. The Home Depot insert, the comics and the classifieds.
And in the cheap, garage sale, recession section of the classifieds, lo and behold...
Thomas Organ $ 150 o.b.o.
As I mentioned, I wasn't that eager to get working, so I called that number.
A few minutes later, I grabbed the college kid who works for us and my co-worker's truck.
We headed to Belgrade to check this organ out. It was all polished with Pledge. The guy said it was at least 30 years old, but it works. It was his Grandmother's.
It was plugged in in his garage, which was packed full of stuff like bed frames, freezers, lawn furniture, bicycles, whatever.
I pressed down on middle C and it kicked out this huge sound.
I offered a hundred twenty five.
He took it.
Never mind that I can't play a lick. Never mind that this thing is the BEST $ 125 I HAVE EVER SPENT...
It is an irrefutable excuse for one's absence from work.
Irrefutable.
Case in point:
I got to leave work on a Friday in a truck that wasn't mine, drive it like I stole it, and be gone for 2 hours.
My boss was sitting at his desk with the door open when I strolled past.
Boss was, "Dude. Where in tarnation were you?"
"I was buying an organ."
"An organ?"
"Like a kidney?"
"Just like that. Exactly."
"Do you even know how to play the organ?"
"Not yet. But I can practice at night, because the keys have lights under them."
See?
And it doesn't even matter that I just up and left work for a couple hours. It's irrefutable.
Try it.
Just leave for a couple hours, come back, and when they ask where you were...
"Buying an organ? Wanna see it?"
===-=
It works, and it is ridiculous.
So, this is my Friday.
See you around the bend.
P.S. I think my calves could feed a family of four in India. For a month.
P.P.S.
Because I wasn't particularly anxious to get rolling, I read the paper. The whole paper. The Home Depot insert, the comics and the classifieds.
And in the cheap, garage sale, recession section of the classifieds, lo and behold...
Thomas Organ $ 150 o.b.o.
As I mentioned, I wasn't that eager to get working, so I called that number.
A few minutes later, I grabbed the college kid who works for us and my co-worker's truck.
We headed to Belgrade to check this organ out. It was all polished with Pledge. The guy said it was at least 30 years old, but it works. It was his Grandmother's.
It was plugged in in his garage, which was packed full of stuff like bed frames, freezers, lawn furniture, bicycles, whatever.
I pressed down on middle C and it kicked out this huge sound.
I offered a hundred twenty five.
He took it.
Never mind that I can't play a lick. Never mind that this thing is the BEST $ 125 I HAVE EVER SPENT...
It is an irrefutable excuse for one's absence from work.
Irrefutable.
Case in point:
I got to leave work on a Friday in a truck that wasn't mine, drive it like I stole it, and be gone for 2 hours.
My boss was sitting at his desk with the door open when I strolled past.
Boss was, "Dude. Where in tarnation were you?"
"I was buying an organ."
"An organ?"
"Like a kidney?"
"Just like that. Exactly."
"Do you even know how to play the organ?"
"Not yet. But I can practice at night, because the keys have lights under them."
See?
And it doesn't even matter that I just up and left work for a couple hours. It's irrefutable.
Try it.
Just leave for a couple hours, come back, and when they ask where you were...
"Buying an organ? Wanna see it?"
===-=
It works, and it is ridiculous.
So, this is my Friday.
See you around the bend.
P.S. I think my calves could feed a family of four in India. For a month.
P.P.S.
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