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The ordeal of today was writing the Ordeal of the Day... I had hoped
when I began putting this website together to be putting plenty of stuff out there so you out there wouldn't be bored, but
due to the pressures of this crazy world, or my crazy world, things always seem to get in the way.
I am trying my best to keep this an interesting place to come to. I am going to be having
a buffet lunch soon, to encourage people to visit more often.
Of course it won't be food on the menu, but an assortment of writings and pictures. There
are also plans to add sound and movin' pictures. But of course in order to do that I have to find someone who knows
what they're doing.
Ok, so that is the news for today...
This ordeal of the day happened
many years ago to my brother. He was about 20 at the time, the Vietnam war was going on, and he had borrowed my fathers'
car one day. My father would blow up like a volcano over the smallest of issues, or even imaginary ones.
Sometimes he would curse us out for taking his comb, and after F'n us for 20 minutes
he would find it in his back pocket. He then would sheepishly say that he found it, and everything was expected to go
back to normal, but by then we were shell shocked.
Well, one day my brother borrowed my fathers' car and was at a red light waiting for
it to turn green so he could proceed, when a car trying to beat the light made a wild turn and smashed into my brother.
Luckily my brother wasn't hurt, but the car had been demolished. My brother was scared to death to tell my father about
the accident and the damage to the car, but I convinced him that he had to, and that it wasn't his fault, and our father
couldn't possibly accuse him of any wrongdoing.
Well my brother worked up the courage to finally tell him what happened. He told
the story to my father, and explained that it wasn't his fault, as he was stopped at a red light waiting for it to change
to green, when the other car made a wild turn and smashed into him. My father listened, and then called my brother a
dumb bastard. My brother asked"What could I have done to prevent the accident?" My father muttered again "You
dumb bastard, why didn't you anticapate?" My brother joined the Navy 2 weeks later, despite the ongoing war at the time,
I guess he felt safer with the war, then trying to battle my father.
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Ordeal of the day...This happened last week when I went out to lunch
with a friend of mine. He liked a Middle Eastern restaurant on Atlantic Avenue and wanted to go there, as he is a vegetarian
and is very careful where he eats. We were the only customers in the restaurant and got a seat right up front by the
window.
We ordered our food, and while we were waiting I noticed a cat walking around.
I thought that it was kind of cute that they had a pet there, as long as it wasn't a snake or a hamster. The food then
came and it was pretty good and we were having a nice lunch, until I noticed the cat sitting, and it looked like it was doing
sitting with an h. The next thing I saw was as horrible a sight while eating out, the cat was right next to us letting
loose with a long winding log of steaming smelly crap of doo doo. The smell was horrible, the waiters barely moved as
they saw the cat about to relieve itself right there by the window by a customers table. I grabbed my food, and walked
to the back of the restaurant to escape the foul cloud of the rising stink of the unhappy cat's deposit. My friend grabbed
his plate as well as we found our way to the back to another table, as no one came to our rescue. I told my pal that
I wasn't coming back here, so I didn't feel like tipping anyone. He suggested a small token, so I reluctantly agreed.
When we paid the check, the waiter half heartedly apologized. I told him,"It's
OK, it's not like you did it". and then we left.
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| Hey, can't I get a little privacy when I'm taking my bath? |
| Thanks for calling on me. |
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| I will try to make your journey worth the effort. |
Today's ordeal was with the tempermental computer printer combo. I'm
not sure who was the culprit, but it took me an hour to print something that normally would take thirty seconds. The
annoying thing is that when the problem is finally solved, there is no Aha! solution.
The thing finally works, but without explanation. Like an annoying tornado that blows in,
wreaks havoc, and then disappears like it never happened except for the ripped up trees, and thrown about cars and roofs,
and debris all over.
With the computer problem, it usually leaves behind a burning stomach, anger, frustration, and
a loss of sleep. My wise brother in law from the south, who eats cookies like a rat, explains it as they just don't
work right sometimes, for no good reason...I've learned to not take it personal, I just keep trying everything until the storm
clears. That was my ordeal for today.
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