Tuesday

Nyr! Tuesday? You've got to hate it. What a piss weak, insignificant, unimportant, thoroughly nothing kind of middle child of a day. 

It is the day with the weak chin and the thick glasses and the hair that just never really looks under control. The clothes never really fit. The social graces are never really apparent.

It's always pestering Monday to go first, or Wednesday to be that special name day.

"Ah, shut up," says Monday.

"It's not all it is cracked up to be, forever having the hump," says Wednesday.

"At least you are noticed," whines Tuesday. "Always talked about," Tuesday says to Monday. "Or so often referred to," Tuesday says to Wednesday. "Try being over looked, never noticed, never referred to," moans Tuesday. "It is hard forever being day non-grata."

"Ah, shut up," says Monday. "You think you have it tough."

"I dream of being an influencer," says Tuesday.

"Are you still talking?" says Wednesday.

"You don't know what it is like to be so unimportant. You don't know how hard it is to never be noticed. Oh yes, you, what's you name again? Are you still here? Or better yet, just a wince and a screwed up expression and then nothing. NOTHING! It is really hard to live with," says Tuesday.

"Try being the most hated day," says Monday.

"Try being the second most hated day," says Wednesday.

"Try being forever overlooked," says Tuesday.

"Shut up!" says Monday and Wednesday in unison.

Tuesday sulks, but as Tuesday says, no one cares.

"I'm the most loved," says Friday.

"I'm the most loved," says Saturday.

"I'm the most loved," says Sunday.

"Shut up!" says Monday and Wednesday in unison.

As usual, Thursday says nothing.

Tuesday opens and closes its mouth. “You don’t understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender, I could’ve been somebody, if not for the fate of positioning… 

“You’re a bum,” says Monday.

“Which is what you are,” says Wednesday.

“I believe in you Tuesday,” says Thursday.

“Ah, shut up,” Monday and Wednesday say in unison to Thursday.

“I hate you guys,” says Tuesday.

“You could’ve never been somebody,” says Monday 

“You were never a contender,” says Wednesday.

“I coulda…”

“Nah, you couldn’t.”

"You have your place."

"I hate you."