Is anybody here? I'll settle for a Republican!
There is something peculiar about this day.
I've felt it since the moment I first awakened. Something more peculiar than just my pajama drawstring having gotten caught and knotted around you-know-what which had me talking like the late Truman Capote until I got to the john.
I think to take a look outside.
Odd. There is no one anywhere. No men. No women. No children. (I think that about covers it.)
Where is Everybody?
I leave my home and walk for blocks. Stores shuttered .... restaurants closed ... no one to be seen. Everywhere I look is like a convention of viewers of the Oprah Winfrey Network.
I've felt it since the moment I first awakened. Something more peculiar than just my pajama drawstring having gotten caught and knotted around you-know-what which had me talking like the late Truman Capote until I got to the john.
I think to take a look outside.
Odd. There is no one anywhere. No men. No women. No children. (I think that about covers it.)
Where is Everybody?
I leave my home and walk for blocks. Stores shuttered .... restaurants closed ... no one to be seen. Everywhere I look is like a convention of viewers of the Oprah Winfrey Network.
Where is Everybody?
I call out now in rising fear. "Hey, I've got Regis Philbin here, come out and meet him and get a selfie!"
I call out now in rising fear. "Hey, I've got Regis Philbin here, come out and meet him and get a selfie!"
But Regis doesn't draw like he used to. How soon they forget, even Regis.
Now I run frantically from building to building like a giant pinball but without the dings, lights, or any half-way decent total of points!
Where is Everybody?!
Has the Zombie Apocalypse taken place while I slept? Where are the mindless creatures bent on eating our brains and making us soulless and inhumane just like they are? And aside from Republicans, where are the Zombies?
Or maybe I've awakened in a world where everyone is invisible.
If everyone is invisible, that would make going to a movie hardly worth 12 bucks unless it stars Morgan Freeman's voice.
Now I run frantically from building to building like a giant pinball but without the dings, lights, or any half-way decent total of points!
Where is Everybody?!
Has the Zombie Apocalypse taken place while I slept? Where are the mindless creatures bent on eating our brains and making us soulless and inhumane just like they are? And aside from Republicans, where are the Zombies?
Or maybe I've awakened in a world where everyone is invisible.
If everyone is invisible, that would make going to a movie hardly worth 12 bucks unless it stars Morgan Freeman's voice.
Where is Everybody?!!
Oh dear God, a lot of people owe me money!!
Am I going mad?! Perhaps I've been abducted by a giant alien who has brought me to his home planet to serve as a play toy for his young daughter! No, that's unlikely since in space they only have A batteries and I run on re-chargable D's.
Oh dear God, a lot of people owe me money!!
Am I going mad?! Perhaps I've been abducted by a giant alien who has brought me to his home planet to serve as a play toy for his young daughter! No, that's unlikely since in space they only have A batteries and I run on re-chargable D's.
Where is Everybody?!!!
Despair! Terror! Indigestion!
I feel alone, solitary, totally isolated from the whole of humanity! I've never had this feeling before other than when I'm having sex with my usual partner.
"Where is Everybody?!!!!
Anybody ... anybody ... I'll settle for Nicholas Cage!!! Oh, to hear a song by ABBA or stand-up by Tracy Morgan!!!"
Anybody ... anybody ... I'll settle for Nicholas Cage!!! Oh, to hear a song by ABBA or stand-up by Tracy Morgan!!!"
Suddenly emerging from the shadows is a figure of a man. A big fat man. A big fat sweaty bald man in plaid shorts with a T-shirt that says "Kiss Me, I'm the Cook!"
"Thank God! Hello, hello, my friend, oh thank God!!!"
"Yeah, dude?"
"You and I are the last people on Earth!!!"
"Idiot! It's the Fourth of July and everybody's at the shore, pool, or backyard barbecues."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Well, then why are you here?"
"Ran outta ice."
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If you hated this post, I hope you wind up in The Twilight Zone episode To Serve Man smothered in onions on a nine foot tall bald alien's table in the same plate as Paula Deen!
If you hated this post, I hope you wind up in The Twilight Zone episode To Serve Man smothered in onions on a nine foot tall bald alien's table in the same plate as Paula Deen!
I'd rather eat her than listen to her!
2 comments:
Yeah, I've had mornings like that. Horrible. :D
For me, every morning is worse than that. Thanks for writing!
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