Day CXCVI

Do Unto Others...First!

     “Oh I don’t think she would, but we hardly communicate, we don’t talk or have anything in common. Shit anything could happen.”

     “Do you love her?”

     “Yeah!”

     “Does she love you.”

     “Most definitely!”

     “Then why the deception?

     “Ida na, it’s just a gut feeling, ya na…jest in case.”

     I didn’t see him for almost three months. When I walked into his store, Mark was in despair, his eyes were red, and he looked awfully tired, as he sat behind the register. He was smoking, and his fingers were golden yellow from the nicotine.

    “How ya doing?” I asked.

    “Oh man, not so hot.”

    “So how’s business?”

    “Oh, the store’s doing well, but…

    He looked at the floor, then ran his hand across his face, and continued:

     “The focking bitch took off with a guy at work, man.”

    “Oh shit!”

    “Oh that ain’t the half of it, man.”

    “Really!”

    “She knew about my secret stash too dude, and took it."

    “If you don’t mind my asking dude…how much was it?”

    “Would ya believe a coupla hundred geees.”

     “Damn!”

     “She left the kids, and just disappeared.”

     What could I say, it brought to mind my pal who was always praying for an accident with a rich driver. Well he got his wish, and found himself twix a rock and a hard place. Mark in a way, I guess, was also asking for it. He knew what was wrong, but instead of doing something righteous about it, he did just the opposite. He should have been taking her out once in a while, romancing her, and showing her his love. Instead he secretly put away a large amount of dough, she found it, and left him. Who knows if she took off with a colleague because of it. Perhaps she did it to him, before he did it to her, and she left him...with smoke literally coming out of his ears.