Sunburns and irony
I got a surprise invitation a couple days ago to go sailing yesterday. Using my powerful hind legs, this bunny hopped to attention and gleefully accepted. So I dashed into Boston yesterday, and met up with some colleagues to go on the "Kaching Kaching" sailboat. We sailed around the Boston Harbor, exploring the islands and watching the airplanes land at Logan. We feasted on sandwiches and regaled each other with fantastic stories. I felt little remorse for the fellow co-workers I left behind, toiling away at their work, because how could one even think of work at a time like that? The sun beating down on you, and the gentle rocking of the boat; a combination of such powerful relaxation, you are rendered completely helpless. And so, this bunny stretched and yawned, slowly getting burnt as the hours ticked away. In an ironic twist of fate, what the bunny would have learned, had she gone to work like everyone else, was that there was a free lecture at the office about sun-safety. Sun safety? What a rare concern for a bunch of albino bunnies locked away in their offices, unaware of what the current weather conditions even are. It takes the might hand of luck to pluck this white bunny out of her surroundings and put her in the direct harm of the sun's rays.
