When will Monday come?
Never?
Why be impatient? Isn't it better to not-know?
Not for Joe! No, no, no.
Finally, I got my chassis, frame, machine, chemical factory, over to the bridge table and, though my pilot was still missing, I began to fly better on my iron mike.
(Isn't it great to be up-to-date?)
At noon, the phone screamed.
"Hi, boy!"
"Hey. Thanks."
(I should have used those roses in my crise. They were there. I wasn't.)