Are you familiar with Dante’s “Inferno”? Well, it seems Dante forgot to explore the tenth circle of hell in his epic tour: Endless Customer Service Hold Music. Whether you’re stranded on this auditory Soviet gulag for 5 minutes or…
In the city’s bustle, a goose waddles into the crosswalk, unhurried, unflustered. Drivers halt—a feathered pedestrian dictates the pace. This goose, flaunting its innate sense of order, could teach us a thing or two about civilized queues.
So here we are—living in an era of rockets that land themselves, refrigerators that judge your snack choices, and billionaires trying to colonize Mars. And yet somehow, Autocorrect still thinks “ducking” is what I meant. Think about this glitch-gremlin…
Once upon a time, “professionalism” meant keeping a respectful 10-foot emotional radius from Jan in Accounting. Now? People are posting TikToks like their office crush is a Hallmark subplot and HR’s the final boss. Let’s be real—I didn’t clock…
Laundry day confession: the dryer stayed silent today. My socks, unwitting hostages to forgetfulness, drip-dry in the stagnant air. Each droplet falling, a ticking reminder of tasks half done.
In the sterile glow of the supermarket self-checkout, a machine scolded me today. As I shuffled a misbehaving item, it barked a mechanical rebuke, treating my slight adjustment as high treason. There, under the cold, flickering lights, I was…
Oh, there is nothing quite so warm and fuzzy as knowing that a faceless corporation, armed with a sea of underpaid interns and an arsenal of unchecked authority, is the guardian of your well-being. Dear reader, let us delve…
Monday rolls in with its usual flair for the dramatic. One of my employees called off sick today — or as I like to think of it, the universe’s way of reminding me that I, too, can survive a…
Stepped into the grocery store for some turkey lunchmeat, and nearly dropped my basket when I saw the price tag—$13 a lb! At those prices, I half expected the turkey to thank me personally for purchasing its artisanal, gold-infused…
Green light, but the maestro in front is conducting a symphony on his smartphone. A gentle honk, less a rude interruption, more a friendly reminder that reality still exists outside his 5-inch screen. Wake up, Picasso, paint the town…