Do you think that your job is tiresome and annoying? How about you try mine! Have a nice time being walked on all day! Literally, I’m the yellow brick road, the most famous path in Oz. It’s not all glitter and glory let me tell you.

For years I cannot count, I have been endlessly guiding ungrateful little humans, weird talking animals and sometimes, a flying monkey. Who invented those things? In the heaps of it all, do they say thank you? Nope. Only the endless stomping, skipping and ugh, singing.

The worst of all were Dorothy and her ragtag group, linking arms as they sang the most dreadful song. The scarecrow in their midst kept shoving straw into my cracks and tripping over yet another time. The tin man dripped oil over my path, and the lion? Well. Let’s just say that fur doesn’t smell great in the rain. Dorothy. That girl had heels, not road friendly might I add, every step was like a tiny jackhammer!

Did I mention munchkins? They’re cute and all but can you imagine dozens of miniature feet dancing on your face? Nightmare!

You would think that I would have something sturdier on top of me but, no. Not even some enchanted asphalt! What a scam! Everyone implies “ Yellow bricks are a tradition.” Yeah, right! Does a tradition mean that I get uprooted by rouge tornadoes and have to listen to awful singing? I’m not buying it.

After all of my misery, Dorothy clicks her heels and off she goes. No resignation letter, no return trip. Instead I have to wait for the next clueless traveller to sing an ear piercing song again. What fun!

The journey that I created, cough, cough for me, still leads on incapable travellers up my dazzling sleeve.