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Friday, June 16, 2006

A quick tale 142

Sometime between 7 and half past, this morning

It had to come to this sooner or later. But you've been putting it off because it just seemed so wrong. After all, he's been your milkman for as long as you can remember. In the early days, the milk would be there no matter how early you woke up. You had a little competition going on with him (though he never knew of it), to see if you could catch him delivering the milk. And on days when you saw his little milk float pulling up at your gate, you marked a little star in your diary. But over the years, the stars have become more and more frequent. As his delivery became increasingly erratic. And some days, the little glass bottles would reach your doorstep at noon. You've tolerated it for so long, inventing excuses for him. Oh, the poor missus must be ill. The rains have wrecked the roads, delaying him indefinitely. He really must do something about the cough, it is slowing him down. But today, with the fridge empty and the kids waiting for their breakfast, you've had enough. You sit down to write a note asking him to stop delivering milk. You just wish you knew where to begin.

4 comments:

meditativerose said...

Nice ... this reminds me of Falstaff breaking up with his servant...

which he has promised to write a post about btw ...

?! said...

"Well old Red he's getting older/and last Saturday he stumbled/but I just seem to him go" ....
apposite lyrics to a song I was listening to : )

dogmatix said...

Maybe start with "Its not u , its just me....."

Deepa said...

@dogmatix - LOL.
Maybe the milkman would say "You gotta meet me to break up with me. Good Luck with that":-)