Sunday, March 29, 2015
I WOKE TO FIND MYSELF IN AN OLIVE GARDEN
I woke to find myself in an olive garden. Not the american restaurant where one can take the family for a cheap and cheerful brunch, but an actual garden filled with olive trees. I pulled an olive off and attempted to eat it , but it's taste was most foul. Whatever it is they do to to olives before I buy them at the delicatessen, it sure makes them taste a lot better. I could see nothing but these olive trees, so I climbed one and tried to stand on it's highest bough to get a better view of the land. The bough snapped as soon as I stepped on it and I went tumbling down, fresh olives slapping me in the face as I went.