Call me Ishmael….no wait - call me Captain Ahab. Because it looks like I will be battling this great white whale until the day I die.
The little things that we take for granted; the walk to the park, the sunny day, the smile of a child, are all behind me now. I can only focus on getting this fracking gate left open, and I am endlessly circling with my harpoon waiting for the opportunity to take it down for good.
You may have already guessed that the silly, trivial problem continues unabated.
After hopping the fence again – I am at the school, shooting some baskets when a truck pulls up and unlocks the driveway gates.
“Why isn’t the pedestrian access gate open”, I ask.
“We’re supposed to keep it closed”, comes the now iconic answer.
Wow – so the school continues to claim they are trying to ensure the gate is kept open while at the same time telling the people that work there with keys to make sure and keep it locked.
“This gate is supposed to be left open; I’ve been fighting this for months.” I said, without crying.
“The left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing”, he replies with a sheepish shrug, looks at his hands in silent confirmation, and turns to go.
I need a bigger harpoon…
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