“I think the last straw just broke the camel’s back.”
“How insightful, Wolf. May I ask? What was the straw and who is the camel?”
“I am the camel, Minnie, the egg man, koo koo ka choo, and the werewolf of London. My hair is perfect.”
“Were you in SoHo looking for a Chinese restaurant?”
“No, I decided to ramble and by the time I get to Phoenix, you will be a toasted marshmallow. I have had it, Minnie. The time has come for all good men to come to the aid of the party.”
“Ok, another bad day. I get it. You took the sword, once again. You laid on your back in the middle of the warehouse and bled. Did anyone notice?”
“No. That’s just it. I am the albatross, the monkey on your back, the straw laden donkey, the ass of all asses. I laid in the dumpster and got squashed in the compactor. And the worst thing, it is only Thursday.”
“Settle down, Wolf. Tomorrow has to be better.”
“You don’t realize, Minnie. The straw is growing. It is hovering over my desk. Have you ever seen the straw coming down on a sunny day?”
“In times like this, Wolf, you need to take a mental vacation. Escape from reality. Do something wild and crazy. Buy a horse. Ride a cowboy. Quit your job. Move to California, where the leaves are brown and the pot is green.”
“I can’t Minnie. I am an 80 year old virgin. I have a stamp on my forehead that says extra extra extra virgin olive oil.”
“May I ask? Was it ladies night tonight, at the pub?”
“I thought you’d never ask. 3 dollar margaritas. This EEEOO was in the spotlight, losing my sanity. Then I retreated to the corner and lost my virginity.”
“Oh for crazy.”
“But it was just a dream, just a dream.”
“Are you ok, Wolf?”
“Oh yeah. Tomorrow’s Friday. Everyone loves that movie.”
“Huh?”
“The Friday movie, it goes on and on and on and on.”
“I don’t think I know that movie. Is it a good one?”
“Yeah. Playing albatross again. Me on the stage. Playing star again. Turn the page.”
Wolf
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