[While at the local Subway, getting a vegetarian sub the other day, i noticed a framed “Subway Diploma” hanging on the wall where the employees were working; the following Haiku was inspired by that Diploma certificate.]
I worked so very hard
to get a diploma from Subway
but I just couldn’t cut the mustard
Insects on Wild Celery… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
Now I’m going to have to research where “cut the mustard” originated.
Wonderful, Tom!
Ha! Love it!
To be Haiku requires more than 3 lines. Syllables patterned 5 – 7 -2 are also needed. Perhaps just a tad too much green tint in the shot?
Typo that should read 5 – 7 – 5
Very clever, Tom…love it!
What a bright, happy looking picture for my wary eyes to see on such a drismal day here! And, I love that you were getting a vegetarian sub!
I do love your photos!
Absolutely delightful. I’ve not heard that expression about cutting the mustard for years — my dad used to use it from time to time.
A Saturday smile😊
Ha ha – I started working at Kentucky Fried Chicken two weeks before graduating high school. It was not abbreviated “KFC” in those days as they did not have to have a name that did NOT sound like it was “deep fried” and fattening and would scare people from eating it … anyway, I told the manager I would be starting college in the Fall. He said he understood. Two weeks into the job I mentioned something about school to someone and he overheard me and said “school … what school – what do you mean … we need a permanent employee” … I said I told him about school and could only work part-time come September.
He protested that he had taken the trouble to “train me” and I was given two weeks’ notice …, it was the best thing he could have done as I got a waitressing job at a diner where I thrived and loved the job and was no longer shy. But really ?! He taught me how to stick my arm into a plastic bag, dump mayo into a vat of coleslaw and reach in and swirl it around to mix it – ugh. And how to tell the different parts of a chicken and what to stuff into a barrel versus a bucket versus a snack pack. That is not difficult training. I don’t think the fast food workers today even need a food handler’s license judging from all the hepatitis outbreaks we are having in Michigan. It is downright scary.
The puns! The puuuuuns!!! 😋😄😆
Good one Tom!
LOL