Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for October 03, 2019

Ted is a bit mercurial this morning.

Ted is going to pop his button if he keeps this up!

Um, I think Ted forgot to zip.

I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.

Apparently, Ted’s little outbursts have a life of their own…

It seems he can’t predict them, stop them, or control them at all….

he just passively waits to see what they’ll do.

What I don’t understand is, since they don’t even acknowledge Ted, nor care what he wants…

nor pay attention to his existence…

Why don’t they ever pick up some dropped pencils…

unfold some paperwork… tidy the desk….

I mean, since it makes no difference to them anyway?

The world needs more positive outbursts…

they’d be like the sun suddenly peeking out on a rainy day.

Ted never has these little outbursts at home. Bernese won’t let him.

At the risk of prompting another outburst: The pens belong in the shirt pocket, Ted, not the jacket pocket. The color-contrasting hanky goes in the jacket pocket.

He should take his outbursts outside.

Seeing as how Ted’s last name is “Murphy”, he’s doomed…

Ted, a word of advice.. stop counting. You’re a klutz and you live on Ballard street.. accept and be happy.

Unbutton your jacket, Pal, and “breathe!”

He will be giving a Ted Talk next week about explosive verbalization and spontaneous unperfected dance moves, having just unintentionally tour jeté-d into a wall!

If Ted has no idea how many outbursts he may have, we’re doomed.