What is it about a three day weekend that makes it seem so much longer and so incredibly fulfilling?
Could it be that extra day?
Could it be, you plan for it, you look forward to it, and then it happens and you’re so happy you had control of those three little days for your own good time?
Or is it, simply, you have three days and you can really go somewhere, do something, make a difference!
People travel all over the world on three day weekends.
People do things that are romantic on three day weekends.
People sell their old crap on ebay on three day weekends.
People go into the woods camping with old friends and listen to the blues and get stoned on three day weekends.
People do some of that extra gardening on three day weekends.
People find time to have a little sex on three day weekends.
People decide big life decisions on three day weekends, even when they are unaware they're doing it.
People clean house on three day weekends.
People have affairs on three day weekends.
People have malaria on three day weekends.
People drink a little bit extra on three day weekends.
People shoplift on three day weekends.
People run numbers on three day weekends.
People get all sunburned on three day weekends.
People cry about their lost childhood on three day weekends.
People have barbecues on three day weekends.
People want three day weekends, every week.
Why don't they just take them?
2 comments:
I took a four day weekend...
Sweet!!!!!!
I'm taking ten weeks of weekends (One of the few perks of being a grossly under-paid teacher!)...
Time off. A good thing!
Cheers,
Mr. H.K.
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