Why, oh why, oh why…

does the general public think that it is fine to leave their messes around, expecting that someone will come clean up after them? Did their mother and father not teach them to clean up after themselves? Is it because that fourteen seconds it will take to walk over to the trash bin is so precious that they cannot afford to waste it, or their time is just much more important than the time of the person that will have to clean up their mess? Maybe it is because those tens of calories the walk would take might leave them malnourished?

This is my Saturday Centus submission for this week – my title is the prompt.   It’s entirely possible that I was inspired to join in this week because I just got off an 8 hour shift at the Chevron.  Which reminds me:

Saturday Centus–my second try.

The chair dominated the small room.

“Quit horsing around,” he commanded from the chair, “we have a lot to accomplish in this short meeting.”

Three hours later, the weary committee members were allowed to leave the room.  The chairperson looked at the one remaining member and said “It may have taken a lot longer, but this group sure knows how to have fun getting stuff done.”

 

 

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Saturday Centus–something new I’m trying.

I’ve been reading Karen’s entries over at her blog for a while and decided to try out this week’s:  Autobriefagraphical.

The rules are simple: I have to write an autobiography in exactly six words.  A picture is allowed, which of course I’m going to have one.  If you want to see more, or join in too, just click HERE.

Saturday Centus – Autobriefagraphical

MAKE PEOPLE LAUGH,
INSTEAD OF SAD.