Summer’s Lament

A Comedy (or as close as we ever come here), In One Act.

SCENE: A neighbourhood pub, early evening. A couple has fled there, after yet another thunderstorm has dashed their dream of a weekend barbecue:

WOMAN: I can’t believe all this rain. Every day. Every single day!!

MAN: Why yes, my dear. You are quite correct. It is becoming rather distressing…

WOMAN: Every day!! Every single day!!

MAN: Tut-tut, my love. It will get better…

WOMAN: AHHHHHHH!!!

MAN: Anchovie?

WOMAN: This summer is the worst ever!! We’re missing our entire summer! It’s gone AOL!!

MAN: Darling, I believe you mean AWOL. AOL is an internet service provider!

The End.

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Sidebar:

Last night, we were driving home and our path approached McMahon Stadium (home of the Stampeders football team) just as Ozzy Osbourne’s “Monsters Of Rock” festival was letting out. I am not exaggerating even remotely when I say that we pulled up to, and drove through a fog-like standing cloud of smoke.

A fog-like standing cloud of smoke that left us with the oddest urge for Twinkies and pretzels, which we picked up at the nearest convenience store, man…

Ozzy Rules!!

Chow for now!