Every now and then life - real life…you know, the shit that matters - begs your participation.
On a rare half-day of school recently, my wife called me at work and asked if I wanted to meet her and the kids for a matinee showing of The Muppets Most Wanted. My schedule was clear, but the tug of work responsibilities and the hassle of interrupting my day nudged me toward taking a pass.
But that would have rendered this day just like every other nondescript day during the grind. It also would have left a memory unmade - a terrible mistake in the finite word of fatherhood. So I offered my 9 to 5 a hearty middle finger (mentally, of course), turned in a leave slip and bolted to the theater to hang with my demon seeds, a famous frog and a swine diva.
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