This Is This

There was a guy getting on the bus this morning - normal commuter guy, suit, paper, case, what have you - except have he was a saw handle sticking out of his shoulder bag.

It didn’t match up.

Maybe he’s doing some handiwork and hiding it from his wife. Busy hands indeed. She knows something’s up, though. The calluses, the glow of achievement, the late nights when he comes home stinking of creosote. It all fits as snugly as dovetail joints in the chiffarobe that appeared two weeks ago. From nowhere.

Or he’s a disgruntled employee in a law firm, and today’s the day he finally cracks and runs amuck with the saw. He goes into Starbucks on the way into work and buys a coffee - a huge coffee, bigger than anything they do, taller than tall. He gets it made special, quad shot hazelnut and full cream. The barrista thinks it’s a bit wierd, but then he sees the saw handle, and says nervously, “It’s cool, man, whatever you want.” The Attorney-at-Saw (because that’s what he’ll be called in tomorrow’s downmarket papers) declares his new creation the Hyper Venti Latte and he laughs for the last time in ten to fifteen years as he heads to the office.

Whatever, it don’t sit right.

Have a good weekend everyone. I mean that.

Oh - good to know you’re out there, too. Thanks for all the comments on Wednesday.

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