” You’ll be sorry…”
a. ” When I’m gone. ”
Yes, probably I will be. There will be things missing and ugly discoveries in the back of cupboards. There will be more work for less reward. But I will see it through.
b. ” If you eat that chocolate cream stuffed lamb chop. ”
Undoubtedly. Pass the maple syrup, eh?
c. ” You ever met me.”
Yes, and I am starting now, while you’re here – so it’s fresh. No good trying to get the same consistency in stale sorrow.
d. ” If you don’t buy it now. ”
Possibly, but I am betting on a greater probability of sorrow if I buy it at all. You own it now and you don’t look any too happy…
e. ” With the fringe on top. ”
NOW I know what happened to my OLKLAHOMA LP! Give it back!
The preceding was brought to you by the National Council For Regret. If the Australian Government cannot make you sorry, then nothing can.