Was it you? Were you the one who simply couldn’t resist the urge to carve your initials into the fresh concrete? Thanks. It took about 15 minutes to eradicate your ... irrelevance. The result? A mar.
Congratulations. That little slab was placed to accommodate a memorial for one of Durango’s most vaunted citizens. His name was Terry, and, man! He would have had some choice words for you! A four-letter word that starts with “P” and rhymes with “drunk.” Along with a phrase that ends with the descriptive term for the excavation wherein we placed the concrete.
Wait – you can read, right? Um ... what else? Oh, yeah – you stole my shovel. A shovel! You’re probably too dense to be aware of the curse, am I right?
You steal a shovel, and you’re cursed to have to use it for all eternity! That’s right, you’ll end up shoveling the noisome, gooey detritus from the gates of the hot, hot netherworld ... forever more! Have fun!
Oops! Almost forgot! Has anyone mentioned to you that it’s ... 2018? You know - the year of the videocam?
See you real soon, chump.
Davitt M. Armstrong
Durango
