My friend Mr. Pettit seems to disappear around Christmas each year to visit family in Canada. He always brings me back something.
This year he brought back a pig lighter for me … and other things too.
I think I looked less than appreciative and awed when he gave the pig to me. I clicked it a few times and it didn’t work.
I mumbled something. He mumbled something. We moved on.
I put it on the dashboard of my van, looked at it for a few weeks, and continued using a different lighter for lighting cigarettes.
I eventually tried the pig. It seems to work on warm days … kind of like a coconut seller on a tropical beach.
I like the pig! It is awesome! It is me!
Thanks for the pig!
note: if I wasn’t the Cheese, I’d be the Pig!
double note: no one can know you as well as you know yourself, but it’s scary how often other people guess correctly.
Today was pretty good. I can’t ask for more than that sometimes: I’m not greedy.