Interview with the founder of sockmonkeynation.com
Way up high on the seventeenth floor lived a selfish young princess dressed in Dior.
“My nail is chipped and my hair is a mess.”Where is that maid, I need to get dressed!”
“Bring me my dog, now take him to pee. Run me a bath and bring me my tea!”
She clamored and bellowed, bullied and such that her maid up and quit, she’d had just too much.
Now alone and frightened on the seventeenth floor, there came a knock on the Princess’s door.
Not sure what to do without hired help, the knocking kept knocking, her little dog yelped.
Knocking and yelping the neighbors could hear, so they called the cops and one was quite near.
“I think she’s in danger, I think she is dead” “I really don’t care” one neighbor said.
So the cop took the stairs to the seventeenth floor, stopping in front of the Princess’s door.
And there in plain sight was the Princess’s maid, knocking because she forgot to get paid.
“Why did you quit? What did she do?” asked the cop of the maid who was stomping her shoe.
“She’s a witch and a tyrant, a bully that’s why…she never says thank you, I really do try.”
“I come when she beckons which often than not. Wash all her undies and hankies with snot.”
“I am a person and she treats me so bad, I’ve just had enough and I really got mad.”
“I see, said the cop as he saw the door crack. She treated you badly so you’re not coming back.”
“Aye, a please and a thank you never received, I totally get it, your thoroughly peeved.”
Now a light went on in the Princess’s head, nobody liked her, some wanted her dead.
Was she a bully as the maid had proclaimed? “Oh my, I am selfish and totally ashamed!”
So she opened the door and let the cop in, offered him tea, admitted her sins.
The maid got a raise and a miracle you see, she even took the dog out to pee.
She cleaned up her act and acquired some class, became a lady and not a spoiled ass
So the moral is as morals go, be ye a princess or be ye a maid, the fact of the matter you never can trade
For kindness and class goes hand in hand, spreading good will throughout the whole land.
By: Cindi Walton 2014
As I stood staring at my Keurig waiting for it to trickle out my first cup of coffee, I suddenly realized that I anticipated this steaming beverage like the arrival of a long lost friend. The seconds it took to brew found me antsy as I waited to wrap my hand around that hot mug. I will be the first to admit my addiction to coffee, there I said it and it is now out in the open. Yes, I love the caffeine wake up buzz but it is so much more than that. Coffee is the friend that has been present for every event in my adult life. It has jump started me in the morning, calmed me when I have been upset, and has been my reading buddy for literally every book I have read in the last 35 years. Coffee is a constant and dependable factor in my life. It has varied in strength, temperature and quality but it has always been there, good, bad and every form in between. Whereas a sunset can bring out the poet or romantic, coffee brings out my focus, it somehow says “you can do it, it will be okay, just look around and focus.” In my head I know that my coffee friendship is fiction but that doesn’t matter anyway. A cup of coffee gives me what a good friend can, hope, direction and the push to do what needs to be done. I wonder how many people through the centuries have come to make friends with this brown colored liquid? It can be served in so many different ways and that makes it the perfect companion for the masses that will partake of it. I love to watch and listen to people as they order their coffee drinks. The drink they order is as unique as the person who is drinking it. Expresso, lattes, mocha’s americano, skinny, frappe, iced, sugar and cream to name a few. I have had all of the fore mentioned but plain old hot black coffee is my favorite way to interact with this friend. I remember my grandmother telling about the ration coupons during WWII and coffee was one of the things that was in short supply. I can’t imagine that being the case for me but I know that a day may come when I am no longer able to drink from this cup of friendship, so for now I will enjoy my friend for as long as I can and continue to share my memories with my best bud, Coffee.