I miss my neighbor’s rooster. Wait. Let me start again.
I am not a morning person. I don’t return a “Good morning!” with a “Yeah, what’s so good about it?!” (OK. Maybe just once.), but I’m not chomping at the bit to see the sun rise, either. Lately, I have been wearing out the snooze button like never before, and it put me in mind of the rooster one of my neighbors had last year. When Ye Olde City Rooster would start his morning ritual, I would jump right out of bed if for no other reason than to fantasize about dropping him into a FryDaddy as I readied myself for work. I’m not sure what happened to the rooster, but I’ve been a little lost without him. In fact, when a coworker shows up after 9am for one reason or another, they are often said to have “Pulled a Tiffany”. And, if I show up before 8am, folks ask me if I am feeling alright. I wish I was making that up. So I guess what I am saying is…does anybody have a rooster I can borrow?
– Tiffany Blair