Skólablaðið - 01.03.1987, Side 71

SKÓLABLAÐIÐ 71
MY LIFE’S A
SOAP OPERA
I was minding my own busi-
ness when the doorbell rang. It
was □ Ken Barlow. □ J.R. □
Colonel Ghadaffi.
„Oh, please", 1 begged. „Not
now! My mother is in Dthe
hospital! □ the Marines! □ the home for unwed
mothers! My best friend is in □ prison! □ continent!
□ cognito! My dog is □ dead!“ □ dying!“ □ rabid!“
But there was nothing I could do. I was over-
come by □ passion! □ revulsion! □ hypertension!
We □ kissed. □ danced. □ armwrestled.
Suddenly, the door burst open! lt was my □
doctor! □ solicitor! □ aerobic dance instructor!
„You have □ two weeks □ two days □ two minutes
left to live“, he announced.
And with that, we threw all caution to the wind
and joined in a frenzy of □ break-dancing. □ carpet
cleaning. □ sexual expression.
So you can see without you around, it was just
another boring day.