That Moment...

TMW modern technology messes you up once again.

...I'm getting old. :[

 

TMW you realise your options of appropriate pictures of your fiance to show your mother are thin on the ground.

 

TMW you realize the great story you planned to enter in the Flash Fiction contest, which fit the prompt perfectly, can't be told in 500 words.

 

I getcha - I'm planning to develop my entry for this month's short story contest into a screenplay (why not?), because it seems like a snapshot of a much bigger story.

 

Don't even try!

I have seen your avatar picture. You are not massive. Picture clearly shows that there is nothing to complain.

Or are you hinting that avatar pictures are not reliable?

 

I feel for you. I recently entered a short story into a Sci-Fi publication and they rejected it because it became a Reader's Digest condensed novel, yuck!

 

TMW you wait 45 mins for the bus back home
followed by
TMW just after you get onto the bus, it starts raining
followed by
TMW as you reach your village, it really starts raining
followed by
TMW you've been off the bus for less than 60 seconds, and are already dripping wet and soaked through
followed by
TMW you get indoors and the first thing you do is grab a towel

 

Sod that. Me and umbrellas don't get on.

 

TMW you know tomorrow's gonna be busy but...you're actually OK with it.

 

TMW you finally get the 'sugar' you have been craving, in the form
of choc chip ice cream.

 

The trick is to have them always in your bag, no matter what else you have to carry and what the weather forecast will tell you, but be warned: The moment you take it out of the bag and leave it at home, the rain will return . This rule applies also on the situation, that you only think you have taken it out, because your bag is so full with other things and you can't find it immediately.

 

Too much work entailed with umbrellas. Take it out of your bag, take off the cover, unwrap the velcro strap, put it up, don't poke your eye out, or other peoples. Lift it up or tilt it when you pass other people. Who holds it if you're sharing it? Can't do anything else properly with your remaining hand, like get money out. Fight against the wind, can't put it down again. Can't do anything when it's wet. Starts to smell disgusting. Eventually gets misshapen, bent, broken or lost-either the cover or the umbrella. Also, by the time you put it up/down, it will inevitably stop/start raining accordingly.
Ain't nobody got time for that. I wear a hood or a hat.

 

It could have been worse. At least it didn't start raining while you were waiting forty-five minutes for the bus.

Still sucks, though. Have a dry hug.

 

I want a merry-go-round that spins the water off me!

 

TMW you are a member of the United States Air Force and you must attend this meeting...of all meetings.

 

Damn zoomies...

 

Getting ready for Area 51 raid?

 

I know where Area 52 is...

 

TMW Facebook "suggests" a friend who is in fact the daughter of one of my old high school buddies. We keep in touch a bit, I knew about his divorce, but he doesn't talk about his kids much because reasons.

Sometime in the last twenty or so years, his daughter grew from a bumbling toddler into a wickedly smart and informed (although, I'm sad to say, not smart enough to crank up her privacy settings) young lady who is in the sort of relationship her dad always joked about her having.

The kind where unplanned pregnancy is at the very bottom of the worries list.

Good for her and all, but I'm sure she has no memory of me, so we'll just leave her to go her merry way.

 

That Moment When you watch an old Western show (Wagon Train, I think) and get frustrated by the ending.

To sum up, it's about how a cowboy accidentally shot an innocent man thinking he was a horse thief, but it turned out the whole thing was a setup by said dead dude's brother to get him killed 'cause jealousy. The ending is basically, 'Nah, you're OK, Mr. Cowboy, you didn't kill the man because you weren't the one who set the whole thing up/wanted him to die. Off you go.'

Um, yeah, he still killed the guy. I'm no law official, but I'm pretty sure he'd be just as guilty as the brother and would both be rotting in jail.

#LogicWhereArtThou
#ThatsNowHowLawWorks

 

More likely they would hang them long before they got old, given the time in history.

 

Oh definitely.

That ending made no damn sense.

 

When it comes to the old Westerns, they hardly ever do.
They typically end on a 'happy ending'.

Then there is The Terror of Tiny Town...