this afternoon, after observing one of my clients struggle through his/her first day of sacking groceries, i walked over to the manager and asked him "what do you think, sink or swim?"
"we'll see," he deadpanned. "we might have to break out the floaties."
as i walked out to the parking lot i realized that mr. sampson is one funny guy and water wings aren't a half-bad metaphor for the grace of God.
A Poem for National Poetry Day
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