Herkamer decided that he needed a motorcycle Int the middle of the night, after awakening his wife Gertrude, and fulfilling a desire to print a photo of a motorcycle, the printer malfunctioned, and he accidentally threw it across the office. After slamming into a metal filing cabinet the printer hit the floor, and Gertrude opened her bedroom door and said...
“Herkamer Merton!” “I am trying to sleep in here. Why in the world are you making all this noise in the middle of the night?” Herkamer apologized profusely and promised not to make any more noise. “Go back to bed, muffins” (Herkamer called Gertrude “muffins” when he knew he was in trouble.), “I'll be more quiet.” Gertrude shut the door firmly, and just then, the printer started printing on the floor. Herkamer hurried to the printer which lay on the floor and received the picture of the motorcycle he was salivating over.
Herkamer picked up the picture, held it out at a distance so he could see every detail and imagined himself riding this awesome bike. He turned the paper this way, then that, this way, then that, and decided he needed to practice riding it. “Hmmmm,” Herkamer wondered to himself, “How could I practice?” He thought for a moment, then another, and said excitedly, “I know, I'll go get my bicycle!”
Herkamer stammered out the front door, rushed to the garage, and opened the garage door. There was his bicycle in like-new condition hanging from the ceiling right where he left it after deciding in the past that he was now going to be a bicycle racer. Herkamer was very good at starting projects and ventures, he just wasn't too good at finishing them. The tires were flat, but it made no difference as he was just going to use it for motorcycle riding practice so he started toward his front door with the bicycle in hand.
Herkamer opened the front door, very noisily pushed the bicycle through the opening and then pushed it into the coffee table, knocked over a lamp, and...
Stay tuned tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog spot. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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