Voice message 7:21 am this morning.
Lucid enough to know precisely what she wants, but ironically and tragically unhinged just enough that she can't recognize she's leaving her request on voice mail with complete strangers. Complete strangers who think nothing of posting it on the internet. I'm definitely going to hell for this.
Maybe I've got this all wrong. Maybe she calls a dozen random people every morning, hoping against hope that one of them will show up at her door with tray full of breakfast treats. Maybe one day it will happen.
Good luck to you, crazy lady.
Lucid enough to know precisely what she wants, but ironically and tragically unhinged just enough that she can't recognize she's leaving her request on voice mail with complete strangers. Complete strangers who think nothing of posting it on the internet. I'm definitely going to hell for this.
Maybe I've got this all wrong. Maybe she calls a dozen random people every morning, hoping against hope that one of them will show up at her door with tray full of breakfast treats. Maybe one day it will happen.
Good luck to you, crazy lady.
May your porridge be ever none too thick,
may room service ever hear yer call,
and may you be in heaven half an hour
before the devil knows at all.
Only in Victoria.