Bench Blanket Bingo
Working a bit of overtime a couple of weeks ago, I was trapped inside on a beautiful Saturday afternoon staring at a computer screen, working on my fluorescent tan in cubicle hell, asking myself who I could have possibly offended in a previous lifetime to have earned this dubious position in life. Finally, after many hours of carefully treading that fine line between numbing boredom and maniacal rage, I let out a muffled, desperate huff, threw my hands above my head, stood up and stomped my way out of the office to grab a breath of fresh air.
Spying an inviting bench on the far side of the lawn, I thought I’d sit for a spell and take in a few minutes of scenery that this carefully position piece of cement future must offer. I mean, why else was it placed there if not to offer a key vantage point to a vast expanse that showcases the meshing of man and his environment?
Taking a seat, I let out a slight sigh of relief from the pressures of my daily duties. Anxious to unwind I looked up, expecting to be awed and humbled by a scenic vista spreading out before me, but instead I was greeted with this sad sight:
Hmmm, not exactly what I was hoping for. Standing up and moving three feet to my left revealed the panorama I had been expecting to see:
I swear, next weekend I’m bringing my own hedge trimmers… 
