Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Story Bone

This came to me as I was driving home last night. Feel free to run with it.

It was morning. But then, it was the part of the morning where people have to look at their watch to see if it's still morning. That time of day when people aren't sure whether to say "Good morning" or "Good afternoon," because if the wrong thing was said, some smartass prick will correct you. It was 11:44.
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vince said...

I amuse my friends because I rarely say anything but "good morning" regardless of the time of day. When asked to explain, I simply say "it's morning somewhere in the world." I've done this for years, and no longer remember exactly how it started. But it reinforces most people's opinion that I'm a bubble off, but in a good way.

July 9, 2008 at 11:23 PM

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