300th Post: So What?
|So excited I was. Wait any longer I could not. Into Kenobi's room this morning I ran and up I woke him.|
"Kenobi," I asked him, "Know what day this is, do you?"
"Snrrrrk. Huh? What? Don't you know what time it is? Look, Mickey's little hand is on the five. I'm not sure, but I think that means it's perty early."
"But know what day this is, do you?!"
"Very good, Kenobi. Only two days off this time, you were. But no, what day of the week it is, asking I am not. Come on! What day is this?"
"Look, I don't even do good on pop quizzes when I'm awake. I cain't do this right now."
Disappointed I was. So into Windu's room I went. Already awake he was. Sitting in front of his huge mirror with his back to the window, he was.
"Windu! Know what today..."
"Shh! Don't disturb me. Can't you see I'm waiting for the Sun to rise over my head! I can't miss this. It's very solemn!"
"But know what today is, do you?"
"Judging from how excited you are, I'd have to say it's the day of the week that Twinkies get delivered to the Temple."
"No! Tomorrow that is! What day is this? Guess you must!"
"You know how afraid of guessing games I am!"
"Know you do not?! My 300th post it will be today!"
"All you have to say that is? Excited are you not? Surely, presents you got me. Maybe a party you are going to throw me."
"We threw you a party and gave you presents on your 100th post, and then again on your 2ooth. When is it going to stop? You post every day, man! How long are we supposed to celebrate the fact that you don't have a life? You already make us celebrate both your Jedi anniversary and the anniversary of the day you became a Jedi Master, as well as whenever you get a response to one of your thousands of fan letters to Dolly Parton, whenever one of your varicose veins goes away, and about hundred other things. Frankly, I for one am getting tired of it! Contrary to what you may think, everything is not all about You, all the time! It's about time you... Dang! You made me miss the sun rising over my head! Get out of my room! Get out!"
Pretty dejected I felt. Around the Temple I wondered. Eventually in the parking garage I found myself. Down in Bob the Bantha's stall I sat. Next to me, Bob came and sat. Then over he leaned, and my face he started licking. Up to me he nuzzled. Then that content, purring sound he started to make.
"At least, me you love, Bob," I said. Much better I was feeling. Have a bantha everyone should have. "Of course, Bob, feel loved Windu will not when later today leave a 'present' in his shoes you will."