“You’re no help,” he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.
– Neil Gaiman
You decided to go to the carwash this afternoon after trudging reluctantly through Walmart. Despite Walmart being Walmart, it was nice to see pumpkins in the store again. The day just couldn’t get any worse at that point—because…Walmart. Well, not until you missed the turn to the carwash and had to turn around further down the road.
It was a hot and muggy day. You found at least five mosquito bites on one leg and didn’t care to check the other. Poor Mittens had three mosquitoes on one of his ears! You felt bad for him and knocked them away—most likely a vain attempt at protecting him from the invisible swarm. You only went outside to keep your mother company while she scaled okra stalks as tall as the house.
Perhaps tomorrow won’t be as humid and miserable. Then you can sit on the picnic table and enjoy the fresh limeade you squeezed today.