Martin Luther King Day

I had no work last January 18^th, and I already convinced myself that it will be an idle day for me. But instead of spending the day tolerating the steady growth of blubber around my waistline, I decided to walk around town and get myself some coffee.

After handing out a couple of bucks for a regularly overpriced mug of coffee, I was ready to spend hours of surfing the net. I was relishing the free wifi spots in the coffee shop downtown, when a brilliant idea came shining inside my already-sleeping mental facility: I decided to make the coffee mugs into artistic creations. Good thing I brought some pens with me.

I started with drawing a landscape on the imprinted promotional coaster and drink holders. The drawing itself was crude, and was way behind the latest definition of beauty, but I thought that I was going somewhere, so I went on. I removed the coaster and drink holders and went on to my next masterpiece.

All my artistic juices were spent on making imprinted promotional mugs. The cups were so cramped up with images, that I had no more spaces to draw my ideas on. That’s when I ordered another cup. Another couple of bucks were out from my pocket. This should be nothing. As they say, no price would be enough for a work of art.

This time, I had a bigger container. Alas! I had a prime piece of real estate to realize my ideas. The thought somehow rejuvenated me. I went on, sketching, drawing, and coloring to my heart’s content. I made them into imprinted promotional barwares and carafes.

The last one was my best work yet. Aside from that, it also caused my biggest folly. Apparently, all the people inside the store saw all the things I did, and one of the baristas told the manager about it. I was forced to pay for the “damages” that I caused. With all eyes on me, I conveniently pulled some bills from my wallet and went out as fast as I could.

They didn’t realize that a master in the works is among them. Some ten dollars poorer at that!