A tale of [minor] suffering.

Life isn’t fair. No news flash there. Every so often fairness nonetheless rears her lovely head. Today, for example. I work underground. No windows, no clue day in or day out about the state of things; consequently, I sit below and pretend it is raining. And why shouldn’t I? It’s better than envisioning the ungrateful world going about business in the glorious sunshine while I’m stuck in a hole. But today I emerged from my workcave to a fine November rain. I listened, gratified, to the grumblings of the umbrella-less. Who should have known better. But didn’t.
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