Mr. J had a normal day, at least it seemed that way to him, nothing at all seemed strange. He just stopped and tought a second if he missed anything. He just passed things on his head over and over again, but all that he had was the dull usual.
He woke up, went to brush his teeth, take a shower, got a gray suit, a white shirt, a gray tie, black shoes. Nothing new here. Went downstairs, kissed his wife goodbye, grabbed a knife to cut the bread, had some coffee, got his suitcase, went back to his wife to say good bye but she decided to take a nap on the sofa.
Traffic was bad as usual, but he kinda knew it so wasnt a big deal, he just had to wait like everyday he did. Turned the radio on and decided to take a shortcut, had a few bumps but well he finally got at work on time.
He entered and went to his room and started catching up with all that paper for about two hours, maybe three, he always liked to work hard before lunch. Then a little walk around to get some things done around the office, make some copies, etc etc. People seemed kinda in a hurry today he barely had time to talk to any of them. And then a hand touched his shoulder and a police officer asked what happened.
And so he was now sitted on a jail cell wondering what could have happened. Unluckily for him, he couldn't see in the news the top story about a guy that killed his wife, run over four people and killed one at a local company.
Then he would see that indeed was a normal day, not for him, but well for someone else perhaps.
He woke up, went to brush his teeth, take a shower, got a gray suit, a white shirt, a gray tie, black shoes. Nothing new here. Went downstairs, kissed his wife goodbye, grabbed a knife to cut the bread, had some coffee, got his suitcase, went back to his wife to say good bye but she decided to take a nap on the sofa.
Traffic was bad as usual, but he kinda knew it so wasnt a big deal, he just had to wait like everyday he did. Turned the radio on and decided to take a shortcut, had a few bumps but well he finally got at work on time.
He entered and went to his room and started catching up with all that paper for about two hours, maybe three, he always liked to work hard before lunch. Then a little walk around to get some things done around the office, make some copies, etc etc. People seemed kinda in a hurry today he barely had time to talk to any of them. And then a hand touched his shoulder and a police officer asked what happened.
And so he was now sitted on a jail cell wondering what could have happened. Unluckily for him, he couldn't see in the news the top story about a guy that killed his wife, run over four people and killed one at a local company.
Then he would see that indeed was a normal day, not for him, but well for someone else perhaps.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário