A businessman, slightly disheveled, sits beside a client in a house with an overgrown lawn. They come to an agreement and the businessman goes to open his briefcase. The latch refuses to unlock. The businessman says "damn", "it does this to me all the time". Looking over at the(more) client as he says the second line. Looking back he turns the briefcase over, pats it on the back, takes it by the handle and, while keeping two fingers on the weighted side, depresses the cams of the latch. It opens. He places it on the table. "I really should replace it, but, I've had it so long it's become sentimental." (less)
Sitting by this computer,
Never getting anything done. My mind has run out of ideas ever since she left, but I can not leave in case an idea comes to mind.
She has been gone for six months now,
I haven't gotten a single thing(more) done since she left.
Not a single word, not a single chore, nothing.
The neighbors have been complaining because they have perfectly cut lawns and mine...
has been long overgrown. (less)