I woke up this morning and got ready for work. I was pretty upset with the day because I hate my job, but something this morning made me smile and think and laugh to myself for hours. I am still laughing and can’t get this thought out of my mind. My wife and I go into the guest room because her siblings are staying with us. We were talking to them about their drive and how they slept when Tressa said, “The sprinklers woke us up this morning. They sound like they are shooting rocks instead of water.” Then my imagination took over and a weird, maybe even crazy, smile came to my face. Close your eyes and picture this…….destruction of cars, plants, houses, people’s faces. Little kids are running out on a hot summer morning when suddenly they get beaten down by the unforgiving sprinkler. Poor chaps. HAHAHAH. Now that’s funny.
What about the dog that loves opening his mouth and putting his head in the sprinkler. He won’t be doing that anymore with rocks being spat at his eyes and throat. There will be no more fun for dogs or kids.
Flowers would be destroyed. Beauty gone. Windows broken, cars dented, people crying, no more paper boy, it’s endless.
I guess it is not too funny anymore, but I still have that weird creepy smile on my face. Call me a creep or call me a hater, but never call me someone who has never warned the public of destruction. I love this world and I love sprinklers, but doesn’t it make you wonder. I learned something today from my sister-in-law Tressa, “Water is not rock, and rocks are not water. Exchange one for the other and you could die.”