Friday 13 November 2009

Kreepy Krauly™


It’s now 18 days, 20 hours, and 3 minutes since I was retrenched. Being retrenched is not – as I was promised- sitting in front of the TV, tucking into chicken buckets. It’s interviews, searching for freelance, job agencies, severance pay wrangles, and lawyers. That, and hours of idle waiting, where a boredom not felt since being stuck in Gatwick airport for 8 hours with no money sets in.

With cable TV a distant memory, I spend ages staring engrossed at the chugging swimming pool vacuum cleaner. We’re becoming close friends, I think. We swim and gambol in the water, rather like the guy in the Big Blue riding the dolphins- only not.

I have thoughts of freeing the pool cleaner. Think Free Willy; but substitute Orca and cherubic Disney kid with a Kreepy Krauly and a 38 year-old with man tits. I'll set it free in the Juksei river, where it can chug, salmon-like to the ocean, picking up tasty bits of grit along the way.

Godspeed, my plastic pal.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

is this all with Jim Reeves singing Please Release Me in the background?

Val said...

what if all the domestic kreepy krawleys in SA were released at once - to swim freeeeee and clean up all the rivers en route to the big glue sea?
hey good luck with the job hunting! hope you find something good soon

Val said...

i meant BLUE sea.........of course...

Unknown said...

the gainful employment of the kreepy vs gainful unemployment of man with man tits

Janelle said...

fantastically funny as always...esp the thought of KK doing the jukskei (sp?) x j