- you wake up at 1pm
- eat breakfast
- get dressed to go to the gym
- realise you forgot your gym bag when you get there
- go to the local hometown non-chain coffee shop for lunch instead and read the paper with a humongo cappucino and a chocolate croissant
- go to work expecting another slow shift at the beginning of the week
- only to be surprised by a freak electrical accident in town eradicating all power from the town's inhabitatnts EXCEPT our restaurant
- take calls from drinking buddies at the town's OTHER restaurants asking if they can send us THEIR customers AND their staffs for dinner and drinks
- get my head handed to me by THRONGS of hungy customers with no place to go but a dark, cold, damp house
- get surprised again by a bar owner from out of town making an appearance in our bar asking if I will play the grand opening night of his new bar in my hometown which I had no idea was even ready yet
- and still get home by 1:30am to the peaceful quietude of my place?
Why, you call it Monday, my friends. You call it Monday.
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