In a place I used to work, I’d take refreshing naps in the rooms reserved for taking refreshing showers. Nobody was taking showers in these rooms and I really needed the naps. 20-30 minutes in length, I would resume work feeling renewed and a little self-satisfied at having snuck a little sandman, why does America discriminate something so natural, time. I remember waking up once on the cold tile floor to the sound of “thwap…thwap…thwap…thwap …thwap…thwap…thwap…”, coming from the adjoining shower/ slumber room. I lay there in my dissociative, dreamy, not quite back from the Land of Nod state of my mind thinking two things: what the hell is that thwap noise? and, did I lock the door? I lay there for a bit in the pitch black, work- deprivation chamber, awaiting the clarity I was sure would come. Through the mind molasses, I slowly worked out 3 things: I did lock the door, the person next door was jumping rope (with a thin leather one), and I wasn’t ready to get up.
The metronomic thwapping was perfect lullabye cadence and soon I was back to sleep.
You may puzzle over this bit of non-designated activity in the shower rooms, but it is not in my nature.
Heh heh … nerf! Who could forget this classic 70’s word/product?
And yet somehow I did …. until your funny graphic brought it all
back to me.
Bro, we need to get a nerf football again! Trips, Thanksgiving …
oh yeah!