A humbling experience

I like to draw. People have always told me I am good at it. That’s the main reason I chose graphic design as my profession.

Yesterday, I drew a little cow a friend of mine had asked me for. It was a dancing cow, which was standing on its back legs, and grabbing fistfuls of cash. I thought I had done a really good job, until I asked my granny to take a look. After five minutes, she decided she couldn’t tell what the heck I had drawn. She thought it was a cat, then a hippo. My ego dropped like an anvil in water. I decided to end the charade before she crushed me any further. I told her what the drawing was supposed to be. She just shrugged and walked away.

I think I’ll become an accountant.