I̶'̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ I was a stay-at-home dad. Sarcasm is my crutch and cynicism my wheelchair. Lunchroom Larfs are cute/silly notes I put in my daughter's lunch everyday. Each night I write a disturbing caption to make them palatable to cynical adults such as myself.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Lunchroom Larfs- February 25, 2015
The audience was bowled over by the mysterious singer's performance. So much so that most of them raced backstage to either meet her or sign her to their label. They were convinced that this woman would be the next Ella Fitzgerald. However, when they arrived behind the curtain she was no where to be seen. People searched and asked the theatre manager for weeks who that fantastic singer was and how to get hold of her. No one knew. It was as if she disappeared from the face of the earth after that one performance.
She became legend in the business. People who were there brought up the story for years afterwards. Those in the business who were not there lied to be part of the "in crowd". In truth only one person knew the secret of the woman who was later dubbed "The Melancholy Nightingale" and that was the old janitor who had faithfully worked there for 43 years never missing a day. Days later a colleague noted the janitor missed the entire performance, and had also oddly shaved his legs earlier that evening.
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