“Where are you going, dude?”
“To work, dude.”
“But, dude! Today’s Labor Day!”
“No, dude, you don’t get it. We’re supposed to be celebrating labor!”
“You go right ahead. I spent too much of yesterday cooped up in a big room celebrating religious bores in church robes. If you think I’m going to waste any of today cooped up anywhere with lay bores in aloha shirts, you can think again.”
“How about one with a big fat drill, dude, so he can bore a hole in your head and let in some light? It’s a holiday, dude. You’re supposed to celebrate working by not working.”
“So that’s why you’re broke, dude.”
“What’s why, dude?”
“Because you don’t make sense. If they don’t want you to work, why don’t they call it Nolabor Day? Or Gositonyourcan Day, or something? Besides.”
“Besides what, dude?”
“Who’s going to look after all the tourists, dude? You want to send them home unhappy, so they don’t come back? They’re already pissed off at the high prices, and the shoddy service, and the plastic aloha. God help us if they figure out just how bad the roads are. It’s not like this place has an oil industry to sustain us if they spend next year in Jamaica. You might have to hock your surfboard.”
“Already tried it, dude. So’s everybody else. No sale. But about these bores in aloha shirts. Your boss don’t count?”
“Not without help. But he ain’t no bore.”
“No? Did you go to the same office party I went to last week?”
“He gets a pass, dude. He’s paying the rent. While a lot of people who went to that party and talked about their holidays are sweatin’ theirs. I’m outa here, dude. See you tonight.”
– O Ceallaigh
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All opinions are mine as a private citizen.
I’m going to work, but I’ll be dreaming of gositonyourcan day while I’m there.
Greetings, fellow slave. I suppose they’ll unlock the throne room for dreaming …
Well I do hope that Dude and Dude do have a happy Labor Day
Maybe after they’ve made their first million, Thom. Don’t hold your breath.
Well, being a Brit, I don’t have such decsions to make today. I suppose our nearest holiday equivalent is May Day. I guess that means we may go to work or not 🙂
Or a demonstration, I suppose, Tony.
We don’t demonstrate here as much as we used to. I suppose I ought to demonstrate about that.
i labored on labor day.
So did Amoeba. I think. He came home with a smile on his face. That’s quite unusual.
I worked, but I did not labor. That would have been a, er, medical miracle. Just imagine what the world would be like if babies could only be borne on Labor Day …
i did not labor in that sense