I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble with today’s one-word prompt, “haul.” But for some reason, my mind is blank.
Maybe it’s because I’m tired. After all, I had to haul my sleepy ass out of bed at 6:00 yesterday morning so I could get to the DMV to take the written test to renew my driver’s license. I wanted to get there super early in order to avoid the inevitable long lines. But once there I learned that there was a glitch in the system and I could either wait for an indeterminate amount of time for the glitch to be fixed or come back another day. I chose the latter.
Or I could write the story about when I told my girlfriend back in the day that I had just scored some tickets to see Hall & Oates.
But instead of being as excited as I was, she gave me a weird look and said, “Why in the world would you think I’d want to see someone haulin’ oats?” I swear I’m not making that up.
Alternatively I could have explained how my best friend’s favorite expression when we were teenagers was to say we needed to haul ass whenever we were headed out to do something.
And then there’s the expression I sometimes used to say to my wife when she’d come home from a day at the mall with her lady friends. She’d walk into the house with an armload of full shopping bags and I’d typically say something like, “Quite a haul you got there.”
Or I could have told a tale about the summer I spent working for a brick mason. He was supposed to teach me the art of brick masonry, but instead I spent the summer loading a wheelbarrow full of bricks and hauling them over to where he was brick masoning.
But honestly, I got nothing today. So I think I’ll skip today’s one-word prompt. I’ll just haul my ass outta here and do something productive, like take another practice written test for my next trip to the DMV.