Bucket Envy


When I was young I would watch people carry things in buckets down the road.

Some carried water.

Some carried grain.

Some carried chicken eggs.

Some just simply carried rocks, so they would have something to carry.

I envied these people and their buckets.

They led full bucket-carrying lives,

while I just sat on the side of the road collecting tolls…

from anyone who passed with a bucket.

One guy handed me a piece of paper with some crap on it.

Me: What’s this?

Guy: It’s my bucket list.

Me: Thanks asshole. Your toll is now doubled.

Break the cipher.



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