The following is an excerpt from a Google chat conversation with a friend of mine, whose identity I must protect so said friend isn’t “outed” for Google chatting during what may or may not have been work hours.
me: so, you know how i live in freakin’ BFE
me: well, i woke up today to no…..water. the well is broken.
friend: wtf?
me: i know, right?
friend: you live in a dark hole.
me: who has well water anyway? i guess i live in “little house on the prairie days” – just call me laura ingalls.
friend: my grandparents still have well water.
me: i mean, this is not me. i do not belong in a town that has wells. or livestock.
me: a real live rooster crows at me in the morning. he lives next door at our neighbors. and by “next door” i mean across the field.
me: you know why this has happened, right?
friend: why?
me: my rant about williams brice stadium. that’s karma.
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You left out my favorite part… Your awesome friend also said: “the well is dry, such as life, such as life”
“Friend” did say that, didn’t they! I don’t have chat history (hello, dangerous), so I pretty much had to go off of memory. Maybe “friend” will forgive my mistake…