That brilliant quote, from the good half of the movie Stripes, was brought to mind today while waiting to come to work.
I’m leaning on the bus post like I always do thinking back on this horrific fucking week. Trust me when I say, if something could go wrong every day this week at least one of them was ready and willing.
Trust me when I say, every fucking day some new hell reared it’s ugly head. I’m not even saying something like the truck broke down and it turns out this is wrong with it and this and this and, oh yeah, that.
To me, that’s a single event.
Nah, this week shit was coming out of left, right, and left center field. I sat in dread of the phone; the door; a creak in the floor.
Seriously, the Zevon song, ‘Something Bad Happened To A Clown’, popped into my head more than once this week.
I’m waiting for the bus on a dark and stormy day (natch), feeling pretty bad for myself while trying to figure out ways to align the ship (‘How many lungs do I need?’ ‘If I only use ten percent of my brain, does that mean I can auction off the other ninety?’) when I feel a very large item, wet, hit me in the ear and shoulder.
‘That seems heavy and pretty singular for rain,’ I think. I look to my left shoulder and, wouldn’t you know it, bird shit.
“Lighten up, Francis.” Sargent Hulka barked in my ear.
‘Cause, no matter what, no matter how bleak, there’s always someone else willing to shit on ya.