I've been trying to get into a routine of going for a morning walk. It's not far, just basically climbing a hill near home, sitting down on a bench at the top pretending to enjoy the view but really trying not to pass out because I'm terribly unfit, then back down.
Well, guess what used to be in that patch of dirt? Yep, my bench.
Who suddenly took it away? No idea. For what purpose? Beats me.
Now I just have to defiantly sit on the grass next to it and dare anyone to comment.
Hmph.
What's grinding your gears today?
Thus begins the horror movie, where councilers go to the park and remove the bench. One by one each counciler is chased by an angry ghost in a hockey mask and hatchet to be slain. The movie will be called "Tuesday the 13th"