STILL GOT MONDAY

‘Give me strength, Jesus, help me do right,’ said the man in the lift, beads of sweat on his forehead.
He wore an olive green jacket over a dark blue collared shirt with a brown tie had lighter coloured circles design.
‘You look smart,’ I said.
‘Church day,’ he said. ‘Yes, thanks.’
‘Oh.’
‘Is it Sunday or Monday today?’
‘Sunday.’
‘Saturday, Sunday, Monday. When it’s one of those I can’t tell which it is they’re all church days.’
‘Oh,’ I said, ‘yeh?’
‘Yeh, and I’ve still got Monday to go.’