Last Train To London

Last Train To London, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

My left hand and I had a HUGE argument the other night. I've been wanting to go to London, but I can barely afford food so it has to wait. My left hand suggested taking the train to save a lot of money. That's when the HUGE argument started.

I tried explaining you can't take a train to London from California but he stuck himself in my face. That made me mad so I slapped him a couple of times! (which, by the way, turns out to be clapping and totally wrecked the meaning of the gesture) He pinched me, I chased him with a hammer. This went on half the night.

Finally I went to bed. When I awoke, my left hand was gone. I found a note floating in the toilet bowl. (BTW, women, if you ever want a man to see a note first thing in the morning, leave it in the toilet bowl. It's the first place we all go when we wake up. YESSSSS, before are eyes are open sometimes) It simply said, Dear Mr. One Hand, Off to London by train. Have a jolly good time by yourself.

I took my time, showered, got dressed and left for the train station knowing he was never going to find a train to London from California. When I got there, I spotted him across the fence, heading towards a train. I started to yell to him when an announcement came over the loud speakers drowning out my cries. ALL ABOARD! LAST TRAIN TO LONDON FROM CALIFORNIA NOW DEPARTING!

My eyes popped out of my head, my jaw hit the ground, how the ... What the ... It can't ...

Anyway, if any of you fine people in London see a hand walking around by itself, please send it home to California.

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