When it runs out I grab another one.
I didn’t know someone was keeping track.
I guess that was stupid of me.
My highlighter ran out.
I went to the cabinet.
I took a new one.
Milton asked, another one already?
Bee asked, huh?
Milton said, this is your 3rd this year.
Bee asked, do I need a requisition form?
Milton said, no, I’m just surprised.
Bee asked, you know what’s a surprise?
Milton [falling into the trap] asked, what?
Bee said, that I’ve let you live this long.
Bee pissed off! [third person, first person, second person, all three of us!]
Are you sitting there staring at your screen asking "Why the hell is it important to tell a story about a highlighter!?"
Well it was a very traumatic situation okay! I nearly cried!
Just kidding! :o)
Did you think this was a poem?
Sorry, maybe next time!