Snow
For The Vocal Snow Microfiction Challenge
Snow
You Are Always Moaning.
It's Always Snow.
You are late, You blame Snow.
Something doesn't work properly
It's because of Snow
Snow is always to blame.
It's never your fault.
Snow is your permanent excuse.
Living here and working where you do, you can always blame Snow, whatever the problem turns out to be.
And you always do, don't you?
When have you ever taken responsibility for anything?
You always have something to blame.
It's never your fault, and the default culprit is usually Snow.
It's not like you have to do anything difficult at all. You don't have to get up early and you only work nine til four four days a week, so how come Snow stops you from getting up and getting here almost every day?
Why is it never anything else?
We know the answer before we ask, don't we?
It's always the same.
It's always Snow.
Never anything else.
We would love it to be something else to give us a little variety.
But no, it's always Snow.
We hope that one day it will be something else, we actually lay bets, but we all know what the answer will be.
Every day the answer is Snow.
Every day it is always the same thing.
Snow is always to blame.
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So Who Or What Is Snow?
Is It A Person Or A Pet Or The White Crystalised Cold Water That Falls From The Sky?
I will leave you to work that one out
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Comments (4)
Sounds like there's always an excuse, even when there really isn't one! Must be nice having snow as a fall-back for why you're late though haha.
Ha ha! I think ‘snow’ has a sibling called ‘traffic’ 😂
Maybe Snow is depression? Lol. Loved this take on the challenge!
My debate partner my sophomore year of high school was Curt Snow. We frequently had Monday night Bible study at his house. He gave away all my pencils (an entire bag of 100 of them, bought them at Erickson's Gas Station when they had them on sale for a buck a bag), & told everyone I had my leg amputated while I was in the hospital for two weeks. We had a lot of fun together. (Seriously, we did. Can't you tell we have a similar sense of humor.) On days when there's no snow outside, it's because the dog ate his snow.