It Pays to Ask Einstein
To read the first installment in the Open Mouth Series, click here. To read the second, go here, the third, click here and the fourth, go here. Otherwise, this post won’t make sense. Besides, it’s yet another photo of me with my mouth open.
Her hunger sated, she thought exploring her surroundings might be fun. But, no matter where she went or what she did, she still missed her big hairy man. Seeing the world alone was just………lonely.
Wherever she went, she asked people, “Have you seen this man?” She put up signs, you know, those xeroxed ones with contact tabs on the bottom, offering a reward. In the diciest places, she made herself at home, hoping to find him.
She even vowed not to eat another cheeseburger. Ever.
Finally, she wandered into a courtyard in a bustling city. The dysfunctional capital of a whole dysfunctional country. A familiar face greeted her, and it smiled.
He would know the answer. After all, Einstein knew everything, didn’t he?