Day CLXl

Shop Afire

     “Oh sheeeet!”

     “Euuuuuuuuuu!”

     “Oh man, his jay is bigger than yours dude!” a girl laughed, one day.

     She didn’t know that, but she ranked on a pal, and all the kids laughed. Marty thought it was cool, and good for business. It helped a little bit, but his business was down. It wasn’t enough, it was too little too late. Meanwhile it seemed the pet shop was raking it in. Then one night at about four in the morning, Marty got a call from the fire department. The call he had prayed for, waited for so long, was finally answered.

     “Sir, you need to come down here as soon as possible, your shop is on fire!”

     He smiled, and didn’t rush, thinking providence had answered his prayers. When he got there, he found out it was the pet shop. There were too many aqua filters plugged into one outlet. The fire literally destroyed the pet shop, and the monkey died, along with many other animals. But Marty’s shop was intact, except for what the insurance company called minor smoke damage. It was too bad for him though, it was too small for his deductible. But the damage was bad enough to ruin his place. He was out of business. The pet shop recovered, and opened up a few blocks away, thanks to their insurance umbrella. My pal was a wreck, though, smoking more than ever. He didn’t have the store any more, but I still ran into him at the clubs from time to time.

     “I’m coming back, man…working on it ya na.”

     Indeed we need to be careful what we pray for when we’re in trouble.