from Julia’s Place
Chad and Lacey had been hiking for four hours on Mount Woebegone, when the clouds broke loose a torrent of rain. Within seconds they were drenched and chilled. Chad grabbed Lacey’s hand and ran beneath a towering spruce tree.
Suddenly he started laughing.
“What the hell’s so funny.”
“Look where we are.”
“We’re under a freakin’ tree getting drenched.”
“I dunno! We have another four flippin’ hours to get back to the car.” Lacey was in no mood for games.
“No. It’s Wednesday.”
“Wednesday, the hump! It’s all down hill from here.”
“Oh, yippee.” Damned optimist.