Why are you wearing your suit, John? Monica asked her husband; while she was trying to get her head around the usual Mondays morning madness.
John was standing near the door with his finest suit, to be completely accurate it was his only suit. Staring at his wife he was disappointed, it obvious he was expecting a completely different reaction from his wife.
You didn’t see the note I left on the kitchen table? John asked, just to realize that his wife put her cup of coffee on what was probably the most important piece of writing he ever wrote.
No, I didn’t see any note, John can you please tell me what is going on? its Monday morning you know. It was clear that his wife was not in the mood for puzzling questions. Please Monica, john said with a half begging and half annoyed voice, lift your cup of coffee and read the note I wrote. John’s plan didn’t work the way he pictured it in his head.
Monica lifted her cup of coffee while mumbling “I don’t have time for this”. Underneath the coffee cup Monica could see a note that was already stained with coffee. The only thing that she was able to read was “I am” and “final”. John, I cannot read it, I don’t have time for this, its Monday morning, you know.
For God’s sake Monica, it’s a suicide note, John exclaimed. I am about to jump off of a bridge.
So, is that the reason you are wearing your only suit John? Why do you want to do it with the most expensive clothing you have? You can jump with the same level of success with jeans and a t-shirt.
Before John had any chance to replay to his wife and explain that it seems kind of right to die with his best clothes. Monica put her cup of coffee back on the unreadable suicide note and said with a soft voice. I don’t want you to do it, but the warm feeling that John felt quickly vanished when his wife continued, it’s really not a good time John, there are so many errands to do and I cannot do everything by myself. there are bills to pay, the house is a mess and somebody needs to pick up the kids from school. its Monday you know. Besides that, its rush hour now, it will take you forever to get to where ever you want to go and kill yourself, you will want to kill yourself just standing in traffic. As much as John didn’t want to, he find himself smiling at the last thing that his wife said.
Can you at list postponed this all suicide thing to another time?
John felt that the drama he was hoping for will not happen, at least not today. node his head with agreement with his wife.
Ok honey, John said. I will pick up the kids.
Thank you, John, and if you don’t mind to take the dog out, before he pees all over the house.
Just before John closed the door behind him, wearing his normal, not the special suicide clothes and holding the dog’s leash, he heard his wife saying. “In the evening when you come back, I will make your favorite food, I promise”. After her husband closed the door behind him. Monica said to herself while finishing her coffee.
“Monday, every single Monday”.