There’s nothing The Egg likes better than a holiday…especially one that appears to have no basis in history. So…
Happy Waiting for the Barbarians Day!!
Can’t find much back story on this one, folks. I have found a lot of other people online trying to figure it out…and laughing about it…and applauding it, even though they have no idea what they’re celebrating.
Kinda reminds you of the mid-term elections, huh? Kidding!
So, in the proud ‘tradition’ of National Waiting for the Barbarians Day, I will opine on what this day means to me and, indeed, to the world.
That’s right — I’m gonna make shit up.
National Waiting for the Barbarians Day is that 24-hour period each year when we salute movers — you know, the folks we pay to move our stuff, whether it’s 10 blocks away or cross country.
How many times have you sat in your house, apartment, or condo….just waiting for the barbarians to pick up your heavy stuff, hurl it into their truck — hopefully with minimal breakage — and transport it to your new home?
One group of barbarians picks up your stuff; new barbarians greet you when you arrive. Or maybe not. I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve waited for the barbarians over the years — sometimes hours or even days longer than originally scheduled.
But I wouldn’t make a move without ’em.
In fact, if I saw one of them today, I’d give ’em a big ol’ pat on the back — if I could reach that high — and this mug as a gift, to honor their great national holiday.
Because they were good barbarians, all of them…and definitely worth the wait.