Pop
This morning I looked at the button of my pants because something seemed awry.
Alas, the button was only holding on with a few strong strands of thread around only two (2) of the four buttonholes.
“No worries,” thinks I. “T’will last me near the whole day.”
Time passes.
2:03 PM. I feel a pleasant release around my waistline only to find the button is no longer attached to the pants.
“Fair enough,” I say aloud, to no one.
Then I look at the button. IT BROKE! The thread did not come undone. The button’s structural integrity gave in and IT BROKE.
For shame. For shame.
Lettuce, I’m coming back to you.
