It is so much easier not to wallow in pain
When your life is filled with work, work and more work.
So here you are too busy to really get depressed.
Even though it is 90 degrees outside with 110% humidity
And you are standing in the middle of the convention floor.
All the doors in the hall are wide open
Because it is setup day and they are moving crates in and out.
Being a busy little bee you are working your tail off.
Only it is so damn hot and humid that whatever you are not working off
You are sweating off.
At least the management has provided free cold bottled water.
Too bad the opening is too small for you to climb into it for a nice relaxing swim.
So you just keep drinking and sweating
Occasionally wondering, “Why am I here
Why am I covered in dirt?
Why am I killing myself?
Why can’t I hire someone to do the grunt work for me?”
Finally after about 8 hours of sweating
You get in your car thinking your day if finally over.
Only to remember that you just drove 650 miles
From Orlando to New Orleans through a swarm of a billion love bugs,
Whose splattered guts are at this very moment eating away the paint
On your big beautiful black SUV.
Time to drive on over to the Pep Boys you saw about 10 miles out of town.
Your husband spots a spray bottle of lovebug cleaner on the bottom shelf.
The instructions on the bottle tell you to wash the car first.
Great now you have to find a car wash in a strange town.
First gas station you come to has one of those drive through quickie kinds
And for the first time all day, you are feeling lucky.
$7.00 later you come out of the tunnel,
You look at your car and damn it!
There are still hundreds of bugs splattered all over your bumper and hood.
So you start squirting cleaner and rubbing your car
While standing in gas station parking lot off I-10
In 90-degree heat and 110% humidity
Hopping the battery acid like juice isn’t already eating away your paint job.
After about 10 minutes of spraying and scrubbing
Your husband who is sitting in the front passenger seat starts to get impatient
And he screams out at you, “come on lets go.”
You reply, “No, not until I get all this crap off the car.”
Looking up you see him scowling at you and you scream back
“You know, you could come out here and help.”
And then you remember why you hate being married to this man
Who is sitting down in the car watching you work,
Complaining HE is tired.