William came home from another long and messy business trip and just before he opened his front door, when he noticed his neighbor, Mr. Nelson. Mr. Nelson was out on his front yard, mowing his lawn.
This is odd, William thought.
Instead of opening the door, he turned around and went back to the bus station. Next to it was a little shop that sold newspapers, candy bars and a limited assortment of groceries. William had hardly ever been inside, but he knew where it was.
William went inside and studied the frontpages of the newspapers. Hm, just what I suspected, he thought to himself. Then he asked the shopkeeper, just to make sure.
»'cuse me, which day of the week is it?«
»It’s Monday. Would you like to buy a newspaper, sir?«
»Hm, I thought so. No thanks, I don’t read much.«, William replied and headed back home.
So it was monday. Why would anyone mow his lawn on a monday? Weird. William was deeply confused. It was his conviction that there is a natural order to things that mustn’t be messed with. He slowly trodded towards his front door, keys in his hand, passing Mr. Nelson a second time, who was still busy mowing his front door lawn. Absently he greeted him.
»Arr, William. Back from your trip?«
William opened the door and walked inside.
|William was deeply confused.|