1. it's Monday
2. zero respond to "Good morning"
3. feigned hearing loss
4. pain of existence expressed by facial grimace
Poor Monday...almost everyone hates it :O Have you ever thought about days of the week more personally? I see Monday as a middle-aged, gloomy man, wearing old fashioned hat and long grey coat, rushing through the streets with black & white newspaper under his arm. Tuesday: two best friends drinking coffee together in a small cafe, talking about life, shopping, movies, guys, everything, not noticing the time passing quickly. Wednesday is a colourfull hippie with long hair and flowers in it, enjoying rays of sun and singing silly songs, sitting on a bench and swinging her legs. Mr Thursday is middle-aged man too but different from Mr Monday: he's more active, wearing jeans and t-shirt with funny overprint, like f.ex. "Who the f**k is Friday?". And who's Friday? A teenager with big headphones on his ears, going somewhere to the city centre to meet with bunch of his friends. Saturday is a young mother cleaning apartment on a sunny day, with her hair tied in a high ponytail. She smiles all the time and listens to Elvis Preasley and whole house smells like a freshly baked cake. Sunday is an old couple sitting on a bench (maybe they were hippies in the past?) in front of their house, catching the rays of Autumn sun, drinking tea and saying nothing, becouse they don't need to. They're thinking about their son, Monday, that works too hard to provide good life for himself and his wife, Tuesday. She likes to meet with her crazy friend Wednesday and gossip about a new fascinating guy she met lately- Thursday. Monday and Tuesday have teenage son, Friday. Sometimes they like to recall how it was when Friday was as little as a child of their new neighbour, Saturday. Or imagine the sweet lazy moments, when they'll be as old as Sunday.
Well, well... How inspiring even unkind customers can be! ;)
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