Write a four line poem about something that is: inescapable.
Pretty smooth first day back at work. Hot again, but it's supposed to be much cooler tomorrow (relatively speaking). There's a strong wind blowing tonight to make sure that'll be the case.
Funniest (to me) thing that happened today: I was restocking the women's washroom at the main beach this afternoon in preparation for going home and as I was finishing up a lady stuck her head in to tell me that there was 'a huge lineup out here - can we use the washrooms yet?'.
Because, you know, the size of the lineup is a major factor in how long it takes me to take care of the facilities.
But! That wasn't even the best part.
No, that was when I said to go ahead, since I'd finished with the toilets and was working on the sink/counter/garbage bags by the door, and... five ladies came in.
I think there were like fifty ladies waiting for me on Canada Day long weekend...
Sure, fight me if you will -
It entertains me still.
I'll still take your last breath -
For no one escapes Death.