He sat in the most uncomfortable chair- a horrific maize leaf pattern, filled with batting that was in all the wrong places that you knew that it was a really old chair, sat upon by all types of body shapes and heights. For him the best padding was under where the bend of the knees reaches the edge of the frame so he sat with his knees higher than naturally appropriate. His butt sat on the flattest section, as if he was sitting on a log in a forest for hours. He hated waiting and this chair made it worse.
So, he decided to move, “maybe if I walked around the office the people at the counter will actually pay attention to me,” he thought to himself.
Thus far, they hadn’t even looked his way as if he didn’t exist.
Maybe he didn’t. I mean after all, he might have already died. His body was numb. He couldn’t draw in any air, he felt like he was stuck under water with no way to clear his lungs. He needed a doctor and needed one NOW.
Suddenly he screamed at the top of his lungs, 2020!!! What the hell have you done to all of us? How many of us have to die? Are you torturing us because we didn’t vote a certain way? Did we piss you off so much because we suck at taking care of the planet? Did you get your feelings hurt because the family unit was collapsing and people were being pulled too many ways and you decided to fix it in the most horrific way imaginable?!!! Why??? Why so many deaths? Mother Nature is really having her way with us and that is the least of our worries right now. What can we do to fix all of this? Will 2021 actually make everything better?!
He needed to do something, anything, to get them to pay attention to him, those workers behind the counter glass, sitting in their comfortable chairs, just going about their business, talking to each other and sometimes laughing at a silent joke someone told.
Pulling a William Wallace, he went running straight towards the counter yelling, 2020!!! and crashed through the counter glass.
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