I Hate the Delivery Boy

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Me: *standing outside my door* Wow! Losing the stress has really helped me get back my ability to focus on writing!

Muse: *pulls up in a really sexy car and steps out to lean seductively on the hood* Hi, Sugar. Miss me?

Me: Muse!

Muse: *pats the hood of the car suggestively.* How about we go for a spin?

Universe: *walks up to the house with a package* ‘Bout that…

Me: You’re kidding.

Universe: Sorry, Babe. You’re next in the queue. It’s just your turn.

Me: #$%*@#%&^&$#($^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Universe: Yeah, I get that a lot. Sign here, please.

Me: *looking behind Universe at Muse, still sitting on her car* What happens if I don’t sign off to accept it?

Universe: Well, that’s called “denial” and it doesn’t usually work out so well. You tend to get another, larger unwanted delivery down the road.  I’d suggest you take it now. The larger ones are harder to handle.

Me: *scribbles on clipboard* How long am I stuck with it?

Universe: *shrugs* I dunno. I’m deliveries. I don’t handle that other stuff.

Me: *stares at package on the stoop* Does it come with instructions?

Universe: You ever hear of “improv?”

Muse: *gets back in her sexy car* Sorry, Sugar. Looks like you’re gonna be busy for a while.

Me: No! Wait! Come back! We can make this work!

Muse: *roars off in sexy car with sarcastic horn and a jaunty wave* Maybe next time, Sugar.

Me: #$%^&(@^%&%^!!!!!!!

Universe: * trudging back to the delivery van* Yeah, I get that a lot.

 

 

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