It was a Wednesday, just like any other day…well, not any other day, but any other Wednesday. You do understand that each day is totally different from every other day, so Wednesdays are different from Thursdays, Thursdays from Fridays, and so on down the line. Therefore, a Wednesday couldn’t be just like a Tuesday. Am I right?
But I’m getting off track.
It was a Wednesday, the day that Dame walked into my office. Actually to be fair she probably wasn’t a Dame. I think there are property qualifications for that kind of thing, and the Queen might have to Knight you or something. Well, probably not Knight you because then you’d be a Knight not a Dame, but it’s a similar ceremony I would guess.
Anyhoo, it was a Wednesday just like any other Wednesday, when that woman, who could’ve been a Dame but probably wasn’t, walked into my office. To be totally honest she didn’t so much “walk into my office” as she did get out of a cab across the street and sort of jog into a cafe.
So, to recap, it was a Wednesday and some woman went to get coffee. Then when she came back outside with coffee in hand, our eyes met…or more accurately, she looked directly at my telescope. She then began pointing and yelling. A cop made his way over, and that’s when I high-tailed it out of there.
You can’t be too careful these days. You never know what kind of wacko might traipse into your life to buy coffee across the street.
Ah, Wednesday…