“I think we are at the dawn of a new era in commercial space exploration.”~ Elon Musk
Finally, this day has come.
But why did it take so long?
This morning, I rolled on through to the community room to have coffee and there was a sign displayed that today, there will be NO donuts or fruit.
I laughed to myself when I read it. To be honest, in the past four Fridays, there’s been donuts and fruit only TWICE.
I left that stupid game more than a year ago. I was tired of the violence. Tired of the greed. Tired of it all.
After I got my cup of coffee and was starting to turn into a decent human being, there was some chatter among the other residents in the room about donuts and fruit.
Well… depending on your bend, it is sad or it is a day at last arrived.
Residents were discussing the fact that there will be NO MORE DONUTS OR FRUIT. Period. Done. End of story. I tell you, if I could have done a happy dance, I would have.
If you’ve been with me for the longest time, you’ve read the previous posts about the avarice and the insanity of donuts and the residents that consume them like they are going out of style.
And even though I am glad that the fighting will come to an end, there will be more fighting. For those who want them, they will argue and fight about the decision to get rid of them, and their disapproval. So basically they will take one fight and replace it with another. That’s just how it works here.
Management was not available for comment. But I did go to the social services coordinator and congratulated her on the “smart decision” and told her that now all she had to do was get rid of the Food Pantry distribution and the BINGO every Tuesday afternoon, and this place will turn into nothing but a boring place of business where people will remain in their homes for the rest of their lives and never come out again or for those who will get out, they will leave the property for their social needs.