Misery Loves Company. They met while completing their prospective PhD's in Astrophysics and Political Science at the University of Colorado at Boulder. On a whim, they decided to go down to Vegas and get married by an Elvis impersonator. On the trip down they noticed that dried yellow grass was now predominant. Maybe ten or more years ago, the landscape was filled with sagebrush. Misery met all the minimum requirements for Company's happiness. Company fit well into Misery's greater scheme of things. The wedding was a laugh-riot. They didn't gamble while they were there. Instead, they hardly ever left their suite. The hotel was visible from ten miles into space thanks to an impossible amount of lumens. Misery knew exactly where space began. Company asked to be sure.
At the Misery Loves Co. satisfaction is their number one priority. Starting back in 1921, a small factory was set up by two brothers with an eagerness to get established in the world. Over 79 years later, the older brother's great grandson is about to take over the grand tradition. Like those before him, he can look forward to prosperity and increased demand. He will retire sooner than his hair will turn gray.
Misery loves company. It is a tired friend and begets and begets and begets...
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