I have some awfully clever folks among my extended friends and family. Recently, I got to spend time with my partner’s brother and lovely college age niece.
Laughing over Michael’s juvenile fart jokes and how he terrorizes coworkers to this day, I heard something that piqued my writerly interest. He mentioned the title planned for his family’s imaginary memoirs.
His daughter amusedly chimed in upon hearing him mention “Waiting for the Mulch King: The Story of Our Lives.” Okay, that deserved a story.
Michael did not disappoint. He immediately told about a time when their children were small. He and his wife were anxious to embark on a rare couple’s date. But first they needed to wait for a delivery.
As delay after delay frustrated the couple, Michael’s wife said bitterly, “Story of our lives.” Yes, apparently there is (or was) a Northeast Ohio landscaping company called Mulch King.
I love my brother-in-law.