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Some Thoughts I've Laboured With

Today is all about workers. It's the day we celebrate their economic and social contribution to society. In other words it salutes megalomaniacs because it's all about us, isn't it!

It's also the day after which one does not wear white. Unless one is Canadian and visits Florida in January to go golfing.



Why do we celebrate American or Canadian workers today when almost everything we buy is made by some guy in China?

In Canada, we spell labor l-a-b-o-u-r. That's because we're big on sheep here. In America, there's no ewe in labor. (That's a pun.)

Some of us celebrate the long labor day weekend with BBQs, burgers and beer.

The rest of us just skip right to the beer and then labor to get up Tuesday morning.

It is not the celebration of pregnant women about to give birth. Although, it could be.

And it is not the celebration of dull, tedious sex. After all, who would celebrate that.



Comments

Paula Wooters said…
It's definitely all about us. (You Canadians would say "aboot".) Thanks for making me start my well-earned day off with a laugh!
Ziva said…
I've never quite understood why labour day is celebrated by staying home and being lazy. Makes no sense at all.
nonamedufus said…
I don't know about you but I'm waiting for dull, tedious sex.
Ziva said…
You're doing it wrong.
nonamedufus said…
I'm just happy to do it.
littlelotta said…
I'm just waiting for the uproar to be heard from the ones who haven't worked a day in their life because there's not a "sit on your a$$ day".
Indigo Roth said…
Labour Day? Oh, so the stores were closed? No? Heh. Didn't think so. Quite a few places open here on Christmas Day, too. Bah humbug, etc. Roth
Shawn @ StubbornFool.com said…
Bad is better than none.
nonamedufus said…
Are you speaking from experience?
nonamedufus said…
Oh, you mean retired people?
nonamedufus said…
Well, shouldn't someone be working on Labour Day? Otherwise wouldn't they call it Take the Day Off Day?
meleahrebeccah said…
you crack me up! I spent labor day in pajamas, on the sofa, watching TV.
nonamedufus said…
Are you upset there isn't a sit on your ass day?
nonamedufus said…
Okay, just checking. Me either.

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