Imagine waiting in a bustling airport terminal with your plastic wrapped suitcase and your copy of reader’s digest that you purchased at the airport CNA. Imagine the intercom xylophone jingle fill you with hope that your flight is the next to board. Soon you will be jet setting to whatever exotic location is stamped on your ticket with an in flight movie and a mildly warm light meal to carry you to your next destination. Perhaps you will choose the chicken you think to yourself as the intercom voice speaks, “flight 214 to exotic location X will be delayed due to a filangi malfunction. That is all.”
Flight 214 is your flight by the way. Your irritated disappointment shows on your face as if the limp, sagging hope of ever reaching your exotic local is clamped to either side of it.
Now imagine your surprise when you eventually look at your watch to find that three weeks have passed. Then it dawns on you like a sunrise… on mercury. You could have hired a Mercedes Benz and driven to where ever you needed to go and back by now for the price of this stupid economy class ticket.
You could have even enjoyed some of the scenery, maybe bought a commemorative T-shirt at the world biggest ball of wool tourist attraction on your way. Now imagine that this colorful minds eye tour is a metaphor for how quickly life passes us by while we waste time waiting for better days. Plot twist: it is.
I have recently become a father and everyday she is growing. In less than a week she will be an entire month old and I have not even rubbed out my eyes yet. You don’t have to jump up from your couch and sell your house to buy a Mercedes Benz C class because airplanes are too slow. If that is what you got out of all of this then rather go back to Saturday morning cartoons.
All I am saying is think about. That’s it, just give it some thought. Remember that this splash pool of imagination is brought to you by Brian productions…otherwise known as my brain but Brian says that association damages his street cred. Maybe buying a Mercedes might change his tune.
