Hello, It's Bread!

sometimes a word or phrase is uttered at the right time and place it becomes indelible, and hilarious.  the phrase above was uttered by a friend yesterday that still makes me belly laugh.

this is one of those moments of perfect timing.

we were walking back to the office after lunch.  there is an old phone booth that has long been stripped of its phone and signage.  yet the booth remains.  yesterday, we saw a loaf of bread, in its plastic wrapper, hanging in the spot where the telephone should be.

it was an odd sight.  my friend, who always cracks wise, said, if you whipped out your mobile phone and called the booth you'd get the bread answering, hello! this is bread!

is that surrealistic?  what it was the perfect absurdest situation that immediately rocketed my mood in to lunar orbit and had me doubled up in laughter that not only did i almost break a rib, but i nearly peed my pants.

such is the spirit of survival in our dark age, for i took his joke as a method of surviving.  sometimes bread wants to hang out.  sometimes it will answer your call.