The Song

           It was last night as she tossed and turned trying to find both the right position and the mind-set to sleep. It was not working remotely the way she'd planned. Iris Thomson was becoming concerned that she may never again be able to sleep and therefore found herself nervous. Like a silly goose, she'd drank a huge cup of chamomile tea before hitting the sack. Listening to Randy (her almost boyfriend who studied the rituals of Indians and was becoming a brain surgeon) seemed a good idea and she made the tea. Unfortunately, the only affect the tea had was to tease her bladder. This was also a tough thing because today is payday and she had planned to head to the store for toilet paper, she had none.

         Then the thought dropped on her like a hammer banging a nail home: Music soothes the savage beast. Her folks used to listen to music to put them to sleep. With the faint hint of a sarcastic grin, she turned the radio on low and sought  a gentle station to help her sleep. She found there was a country oldies station that would fit the bill. After tuning the radio to receive, she closed her eyes and found a soothing beat into which she could fall. When she awoke the song was playing again. It had a perfect beat, sweet harmony and great lyrics. The song was called: "This Too" and one of the lines from the chorus went, "I know it's hard, I can see the end of the world, but don't worry, no need to be sorry, nothing forever lasts, this too will pass," Iris laughed. She got out of bed and as the coffee machine started to fill, took a shower. Humming the melody line to "This Too"  without realizing what she was doing.

       By the time she got to her office the song was starting to drive her batty. She didn't recognize it was having a similar effect on those around her until she collected her check and watched the clock. She then belted out, "Nothing forever lasts, this too will pass," she allowed her head to bob. She then looked up to see the entire staff angrily standing over her carrying baseball bats. Mr. Dinger, the shift supervisor said, "Thomson, shut up with that stupid freakin' song. We've all heard enough of it to quote the damn thing line for line. If anyone here EVER sings that song again they will DIE! Is this understood?"

      Iris grinned sheepishly and then ran for the door as she sang it once more. The crew with whom Iris Thomson worked is now collectively serving time for aggravated assault. Which means they were aggravated as they beat the snot out of her, right?