I was washing dishes today, and I was tired, so I sat down while washing them.
And I remembered an old coworker.
Who sat on an upended bucket while washing dishes.
Her name was T.
She was an alcoholic.
But kind.
And she’d cook for us sometimes.
And when she called my name for something, I responded with “what?”.
And oh boy.
“What do you mean ‘what?’ Do I ‘what’ you? That’s not my name. Say ‘Yes, miss T’”.
I liked her.
She had her demons as we all do.
She passed away alone in her apartment, of a heart attack.
In honor of miss T, mind your manners.
And hold your loved ones close.
Because this all ends.
Laughs and Lobotomies 