Disclaimer- I don't own the song, I don't own the characters.
He was tired. He was bored and tired and every muscle ached from exhaustion. His eyes burned and his
brain was slowly dribbling out of his head. His calfs ached from the strain of holding him upright
for forty-three hours straight. His fingers were actually cutting into his palm in their violent
spasms. His throat was sore and he could hear bells and whistles and screeching voices ringing in
his ears. Nevertheless, he was happy.
Calvin was standing in line at the grocery, reading the sales signs for the seventeenth time. He was
hungry and bored, but most of all he was dead tired. Almost two days ago, he could remember what his
bed felt like. And what Sue felt like. A good amount heavier than she used to, for one. Then came
work. And alot more work. And quite alot of work after that. He'd hardly seen his wife the entire
time, in fact. And then finally he finished the most important and urgent business, and lay down to
rest his tired, aching body. And was awoken within five minutes by his considerably distressed wife.
As soon as he woke up, he started crying softly to himself, furious with the world for doing this to
him. Then he heard what his spouse was saying to him, and would have laughed if it was the least bit
funny at the time. Now he thinks about it though, he convulses in fits of laughter, startling those
in front of him and causing one man to drop a jar of devilled eggs. Of course, that could just be
another result of his late nights all alone at his desk. The woman at the front of the line is
causing problems with her lack of technological expertise. The teller's feathers are getting ruffled
by the weirdos she meets. This thought caused more hysterics for Calvin, as the teller was, in fact,
not a bird.
He soon reached the front of the line and purchased his wife's essential products. He payed the
teller and burst out into more jovial spasms at the young lady's suggestion of having a nice night.
He walked back to his car and loaded the trunk, then drove home as quickly as Indiana law allowed.
He walked up to their appartment, and upon entering, he handed the bag to his wife, got himself a
kiss on the cheek, and collapsed onto the sofa.
The last thing he thought of before going to sleep caused him to laugh so loud he awoke his next
door neighbors. The laughter went on for some time after he'd finally gone to sleep, disrupting his
snores. He could just see, even during his dreams, the shocked, horrified, and above all, slightly
wide face of Susan staring down at him and uttering those special words... "Where're the anchovies
and ice cream?!". He wondered if he could last three more months.
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart.
-Paul McCartney
He was tired. He was bored and tired and every muscle ached from exhaustion. His eyes burned and his
brain was slowly dribbling out of his head. His calfs ached from the strain of holding him upright
for forty-three hours straight. His fingers were actually cutting into his palm in their violent
spasms. His throat was sore and he could hear bells and whistles and screeching voices ringing in
his ears. Nevertheless, he was happy.
Calvin was standing in line at the grocery, reading the sales signs for the seventeenth time. He was
hungry and bored, but most of all he was dead tired. Almost two days ago, he could remember what his
bed felt like. And what Sue felt like. A good amount heavier than she used to, for one. Then came
work. And alot more work. And quite alot of work after that. He'd hardly seen his wife the entire
time, in fact. And then finally he finished the most important and urgent business, and lay down to
rest his tired, aching body. And was awoken within five minutes by his considerably distressed wife.
As soon as he woke up, he started crying softly to himself, furious with the world for doing this to
him. Then he heard what his spouse was saying to him, and would have laughed if it was the least bit
funny at the time. Now he thinks about it though, he convulses in fits of laughter, startling those
in front of him and causing one man to drop a jar of devilled eggs. Of course, that could just be
another result of his late nights all alone at his desk. The woman at the front of the line is
causing problems with her lack of technological expertise. The teller's feathers are getting ruffled
by the weirdos she meets. This thought caused more hysterics for Calvin, as the teller was, in fact,
not a bird.
He soon reached the front of the line and purchased his wife's essential products. He payed the
teller and burst out into more jovial spasms at the young lady's suggestion of having a nice night.
He walked back to his car and loaded the trunk, then drove home as quickly as Indiana law allowed.
He walked up to their appartment, and upon entering, he handed the bag to his wife, got himself a
kiss on the cheek, and collapsed onto the sofa.
The last thing he thought of before going to sleep caused him to laugh so loud he awoke his next
door neighbors. The laughter went on for some time after he'd finally gone to sleep, disrupting his
snores. He could just see, even during his dreams, the shocked, horrified, and above all, slightly
wide face of Susan staring down at him and uttering those special words... "Where're the anchovies
and ice cream?!". He wondered if he could last three more months.
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart.
-Paul McCartney