Everybody Must Get Stoned
When David had softly sung the old Bob Dylan tune, “Everybody must get stoned,” while walking, he hadn’t realized anyone was listening and that they would take it so literally . . .
When David had softly sung the old Bob Dylan tune, “Everybody must get stoned,” while walking, he hadn’t realized anyone was listening and that they would take it so literally . . .
Even though Klaus had been assured the clock was accurate, he still couldn’t tell what time it was. Must be metric time, he thought . . .
David had been told it was outside work, and though not cerebral, he would have to use his head. While not the career he had hoped for, it was steady work in otherwise difficult times
Dmitri was at a loss–the old guy had come to Home Depot in Prague to buy double pane glass for the two windows that had single pane glass, confident the new double pane glass would cut his heating bill significantly. Somehow (maybe too much slivovitz in his breakfast coffee) he failed to understand that not also fixing the totally missing panes with something, even single pane just wasn’t going to help . . .