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"I'm a teacher
and so Labor Day means a brand new crop of freshmen to scope
out and hopefully seduce! Why are you looking at me that way?
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I teach at a college, so
it's all legal, if not very ethical." "The end
of summer means that I'll be less slutty. There's something
about warm weather and men in tank tops and shorts that make
me want to drop to me knees or open my legs." "No more
white or light colored clothing, which tends to make me look
fat. Bring on the black, blue, grey, and brown!" "One word:
FOOTBALL!" "Since I'm
an African-American, it means that I get to hang out with all
my white friends again during the day on weekends since they
won't be so pre-occupied with going to Hollywood Beach. I'm
plenty happy with my skin coloring and thus tanning at the beach
during the summer just isn't my thing." "This year,
Labor Day means failure to me. This summer I was intent on making
friends with someone who owns a boat so I could watch 4th of
July fireworks, Venetian Night, and the Air & Water Show
in style and comfort out on Lake Michigan. Unfortunately, my
high society social skills failed me. I guess I'll need to start
my quest earlier next spring and perhaps hang out at Gentry more
often." "Labor Day
thankfully means the end of tourist season and thus Steamworks
won't be so over-crowded with out-of-towners and I'll be able
to get a room on weekends. I am so sick and tired of going there
and all they have available are lockers. I am not a locker kind
of guy. I need a room!" "I can eat
bread and consume carbs again for the next six months and put
on my extra ten pounds of winter weight." "I have
to start looking for a holiday seasonal job as my current job
of waiting tables at an outdoor café will be ending soon.
I was thinking about working at Sears, but I hear Target has
a better employee discount so maybe I'll try for there."
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