I arrived early at the library today intent on securing "my" spot. (I'm not quite ready to deal with too much change as per my previous post.) I determined on approach that I was successful; it was vacant! Or so it seemed. When I reached my actual chair I was alarmed to spot a very large wasp on the back of the adjacent seat! Moment of decision - find some place else or deal with the large pest.
Desire is a powerful thing. I really, really wanted to sit in my spot. So, armed with a newly checked out The Brothers Karamazov, I raised my arm and took aim. I knew injuring the wasp, thus making it "mad as a hornet" would not be a good idea. Death was my only goal. (May my children forgive me when they read this.) Like "mighty Casey" I took a huge swing. To my relief, I didn't strike out. However, I realized I should have picked a book without a cloth cover, but a little too late for that. I can just imagine the stories future readers of that particular volume will conjure up . . .
You know, I don't suppose that in our personal lives we always appreciate the unexpected. But I imagine it's the stuff writers dream about.
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