A tragic event occurred. Like Godzilla’s attack on Tokyo, a monster came into my room, swinging her arms and bags knocking my bonsai off its mantle. Soil and gravel scattered across the ground as my bonsai lay there on an ugly carpet next to a worn sock. It seemed to happen in slow motion, playing back repeatedly in my head. Fortunately for my fast reflexes, I was able to gather up the fallen bonsai, get it back into its pot, and packed in the soil/gravel that was recoverable.
Lesson learned: You can have a bonsai and you can have a girlfriend, but you can’t have both because girlfriends are clumsy and don’t watch where they’re going and will kill your bonsai.
