Tales 21

Tales of one with time: Entry No. 21

Today, it's saturday, yay! why the excitement? well, of course because Saturday, is the best day of every single week since the beginning of the week being arranged the way it was and having saturday and sunday as "weekends" or a better way to know them: "days off".


Unless you work in timeshare (those guys can make a saturday out of any day, it's like a superpower, but lazier and wearing a Tommy Bahama shirt), then chances are that you too adore Saturday so, because it's the perfect day; Saturday is so undoubtedly fantastic because it's perfectly posicioned: It's after Friday and before Sunday, meaning that neither comming into it nor going out of it do you have to go to work, it's the day you see all the fantastic breakfast specialls. The nightlife is definately another plus, because it's when all the beautiful ladies leave their homes on the prowl, searching for one to give them what they deserve, when they adorn themselves, wear the high heels so they can look above the crowd in search of you, the day where one doesn't have to search, because they're after you.

On the other hand, we have the worst day of every week, one whichs tragic existance I equate to a day long kick in the testicles; There's those who argue that monday is the worst (If you ever whatched Garfield, you know what I'm talking about), but definately sunday is even more of a bad day, because it's the one before the dreaded monday, every moment of sunday is a constant reminder: "Hey, let's go out!" - "Sorry man, I can't, gotta go to work tomorrow", "Hey, let's go to the gym" - "Really? On a sunday? it's not even open", sunday, if you decide to go out is a desolate place, nowhere will you see a single soul.

As a manner of a simple conclusion, feel free to believe what ever you wish to, but my idea is better, because I say so... unless you agree with me, in which case, kudos to you my good sir, kudos to you.

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