“What did you do this weekend? Anything fun?” Corey asked Tom on Monday morning.
Tom sat at his desk and leaned back. “Let’s see. I got the oil changed on the car, mowed the lawn, weeded the garden. Oh. I also did laundry.”
Corey shook his head. “When did we get so old and responsible?”
“It had to get done,” replied Tom.
“Did it? Isn’t life supposed to be an adventure? Exploring and discovering and stuff?”
“You watch too many commercials. I hate to break it to you, but life isn’t about adventure. It’s about survival,” said Tom.
“How is landscaping survival?”
“Take care of the little things so you can do bigger things,” replied Tom.
“You sound like a swami.”
Tom thought for a second. “I can handle that.”
“Okay, O wise man, what is the meaning of life? Enlighten me,” scoffed Corey.
Tom sighed. “Do justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly with God.”
Corey took a step back. “That’s actually profound. Where’d you come up with that?”
Tom smiled. “You have a lot of time to think folding laundry.”