Never Not Headwind

<…and with the roar of 1,015 aircraft-strength turbines, I bellowed at that mimbly little twig-faced counter scrubber, “You will not have requested my authorization for a third time, Johnny Jackpick!” Of course, he cowered like a doomed tit mouse as I laughed heartily and raised my Gold- Ensconced WundraPower Magic® Magic Glove high above my head in preparation for doling out this tray pusher’s sooner-than-predicted final act if need be. I shouted again, “Your mother would like you to pick up some Anderson’s Dairy 1% milk on the way home, you flan-esque wobble-pile! NOW GO!” And with that it was over. He left. I put the glove back in it’s pressure, heat and light resistant teflon-alloy carrying case and continued ‘chopping wood’.

Krzysztof Komeda “Dream“ (buy)