Holes are Everywhere

Holes are everywhere, have you ever stopped to notice? Usually I just go by another hole and do not give it a second thought. There are the holes in the road, the holes in the garden, holes in the house, holes in the furniture, holes in your clothes, holes in bags, holes in your wallet, holes in your teeth, holes in your writing, and the big one which is holes in your HEAD! There are a whole lot of holes out there and some of them are even people, you know the ones, the “Ass holes” that you run into everywhere.

Maybe I believe in a strange time where people say please and thank you, they have respect for elders, lend a helping hand to those in need, hold the door for the person behind, and say excuse me when it's needed. Today I ran into a lot of holes. They seem to coming out in especially large numbers today. Is it just me, or is there anyone else that has noticed this?

Coasting my way to the grocery store on an empty tank of gas, I ran over a hole in the road, then an A-hole stole my parking space. Another A-hole cut in line before me saying, “You don’t mind, I only have a couple of items.” Then she pranced in front of me not waiting for an answer. I did let that slide because I was born in that strange time which I mentioned above. The hole in my wallet spilled small coins on the floor as I was reminded by the cashier that I had to pay for the grocery bag.  Shaking my head, I said to myself “Ok, let it slide” and so I did once again. It was a long walk back to the car and much to my dismay; one of the bags did not make it. Another hole decided to rip through my day and spill my groceries all over the parking lot floor. I watched some cans roll slowly under another car and I felt my blood pressure start to pound and spread up into that hole in my head. Trying to recover my goods, the so called owner of this vehicle said to me in a rather unpleasant voice, “Do you think you can hurry it along Lady so I can move my car?” That is when the holes had finally gotten to me. I picked up the can of soup, crawled out from under his car and shoved the dented can in his impatient little paws. “For your time,” I said as he looked at me like I was insane. Then I emptied the rest of the groceries in the back seat of my car, took my “paid for” bag with hole, and marched back up into that store. Cutting straight in front of the line I threw the bag at the check- out girl and said, “When I pay for something, I expect it to work so I want my money back!” The slightly frightened girl gave me my 2 kroner back, which I stuck into my holy wallet, and then I thanked her politely. With a smile on my face I strolled out of the store watching as the heads turned to look at the crazy lady. Sometimes there are just too many holes in a day.