a hairdryer moment
11/11/2004 12:38 a.m.
My hairdryer coughed at me this morning.
And when I paused to ask if she was ok,
she casually blew hot air in my face.

The nerve of her.
And to think that I was concerned with
her well-being.
After all, she is quite old and her
predecessors have always chosen perfect
moments to die on me.
Leaving me dripping and without warmth.
She was immediately unplugged.
Emitting that metallic burnt smell only
a hairdryer on the brink of death
can give.

Maybe I will except her apology tomorrow morning.
That is if she has had time to cool off.
And still feels up to her job.
Might just be time for me to interview
her replacement.

I am currently Peachy
I am listening to the radio.