ZINGED
I get that you have found a nice, new place
& I understand why you wouldn’t want anyone or anything intruding into your space.
It’s quiet.
It’s shaded.
It’s hidden from the hustle and bustle of the world.
It’s a perfect spot, if you ask me.
But, um, you didn’t ask me because you’re a wasp
& that comfortable coziness you’ve been calling home ?
Yeah.
That’s my recycle bin
oh & the hand that soooooooo ! irritates you each and every time it opens the lid ?
uh, yep.
That’d be mine
& ouch.
You got me again.
I wouldn’t call them stings, ’cause I’ve been sting-ed many times and I very much know the feel.
No.
This is more of a zap, a zing.
A definite warning to stay away
OR ELSE.
Or. Else.
Hmmm.
That’s where we have a teeny tiny, itsy bitsy problem, Mr Wasp.
You see, I’m kinda, sorta a recycle freak
& I pretty much need to use your new digs ALL THE TIME
So why you had to pick that specific spot is somewhat unfortunate
& just WHY ??!? you need to get SO ANGRY is completely beyond me.
All I’m doing is opening, tossing whatever needs to be tossed and moving on.
You on the other hand have an attitude, fella.
MUST you be so agitated, so consistently, uncompromisingly irritated ??
geez
This would be a whole lot easier if you’d lighten up.
We could coexist.
We could share.
We could …
ah
never mind.
I’m thinking you just want to be angry, it’s your thing, your M.O.
& I’m quite certain some inhabitants of Planet Earth can relate.
What a bummer.
It’s sooooo much better on the bright side.
So, yeah.
We’re going to have to figure this out, Grumpy Pants, because I can’t be walking through my days worrying about you and your internal combustion issues.
I’ll have you know, I can handle my share of zings, but this is getting ridiculous.
All I ask is that you tone it down a bit, a notch.
Can you pleaseeeee just turn your madness down One. Simple. Notch ??
I, in return, shall remain calm.
I’ll be composed.
I will tolerate and try.
But just so you know, Patience has it’s eventual way of zapping too.
zowie.
🙂