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Re: Well, it's afternoon here, but...[for Mousie :-)]
Posted By: Grace, on host 209.246.87.219
Date: Wednesday, November 17, 1999, at 21:19:44
In Reply To: Re: Well, it's afternoon here, but... posted by Brunnen-G on Wednesday, November 17, 1999, at 20:29:10:

> > > > > Good Morning, Vietnam!!!
> > > > > Fill in the blanks.
> > > > > Good morning, ______________
> > > > > Good morning,_______________
> > > >
> > > > Good morning, Sunshine!
> > >
> > > Good morning, O Radiant Centre of the Muricentric Universe! ;-) hope your day is improving...
> >
> > I feel better, but it took most of the day and receipt of a long distance phone call.
> >
> > Mou"isn't there a Beatles song with good morning in it?"sie
>
> Yes, it's called "Good Morning, Good Morning." No, really :-) It's the one Faux Pas posted above in this thread.
> I don't want to be personal, but a lot of your posts seem to mention that you're having a bad day. So ... sympathy.
> Don't bother answering this if you don't want to - I usually assume that if people don't give details, it's because they don't want to. Anyway, whatever it is, I hope it all works out for you.
>
> Brunnen-"knows all about bad days and not wanting to talk about things"G
>

I forget where I originally found this story...(now Mousie, I'm not poking fun at *your* having had a bad day, but maybe this will make you giggle... :-)

BAD DAY

There's this guy in a bar, just sitting there staring at his drink. He stays like that for half-an-hour.

Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down.

The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Aw, come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I can't stand to see a man crying."

"No, it's not that. This is the worst day of my life. First, I fall asleep and I go to my office late. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building and go to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police, they say they can't do anything. I get a cab to return home, and I remember I left my wallet and credit cards in the car. The cab driver just drives away. I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison......."



Gr"when all else fails, there's always self-loathing"ace