The World On A Tuesday: Boring

Mighty Morphin Power Joggers (photo by mb)
My office window overlooks the harbour, giving us a spectacular view of the sea and sky. Today, an electrical storm suddenly appeared out of nowhere and scared the crap out of the wimmen in the office. The skies darkened all of a sudden and thunder rumbled like the stomache of a hungry bobo. Thanks to the lightning, our monitor’s flickered every now and then.
It was then that I rose to the occasion and told everybody not to worry for there was no frigging way the world could end on a Tuesday. Nothing ever happens on a Tuesday. Nothing. Nada. No life-changing event shite could possibly take place on the most boring day of the week. Tuesday, is the bastard child of an affair between Monday and Wednesday that took place behind the back of Sunday.
True enough, the rain clouds went away as quickly as they came. I’m going jogging with mr blabbermouth brown now.
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