I put my socks on this morning
all happy-like and looking forward to a productive day.
Then I noticed the hole in my sock,
but I didn't think much of it...and ignored it.
Like the wee part of my foot
that kept sticking to my shoe,
doctors appointments were an hour in waiting,
there was a dead opossum at the side of the road.
There was cold, but alas, no snow,
insurance appraisers who assured me of their "excellent service,"
patted my arm,
and then called me "honey."
It was "Everybody-who-is-a-lousy-driver-should-drive-today" Day
and physical therapists who suggested the patient's mom
should work on her core.
In other words, "You need to do a few sit-ups, babe."
Thanks. Thanks a lot
annoying people, wonky universe.
It was all confirmed by the removal of my shoes,
to which another hole in my sock had appeared.