I invited the sun over for tea. But the moon showed up instead. Said, the sun was busy counting all the stars. The moon didn’t want to talk about sports or politics. The moon didn’t want to talk at all. Not even about the moon. So we sipped our tea politely, and then the moon left to teach the tides.
I mean, like seriously? How am I to know if I got up on the wrong side of bed when I wake up on a pile of rocks? At least my pajamas aren’t too embarrassing.