He was handsome and she was drawn in. She caught his eyes across the bar, and they smiled at each other. A connection was sparked and thus began their relationship. All was fine until they began to talk one day about children, work and the home. She had worked for 5 years already for a up and coming computer program company. He said, “Well that will all stop when you have a child.”
She looked puzzled and said, “Why would it stop?”
“Well a women’s place is in the home, or should I say a mother’s place is at home with the children. I don’t want any latch key kid in this day and age.”
“Wait, what? Are you serious?”
“There are too many crazies out there anxious to find the kids who are not properly cared for and therefor easier to convert to their twisted ways.”
“And what would be wrong with YOU staying home to raise the children?”
“It is the man’s job to earn the money.”
She sat in silence for quite a while. Finally finding her voice she said, “well maybe I didn’t know you as well as I thought I did. My career is very important to me. I might cut my hours down, but I will continue to work when the day comes to have children. There are ways to balance schedules out, so the children are with both parents for a majority of time. There is day care for those times when the parents can’t be with them.”
“Are you kidding? Have you seen what happens to kids in day care? Not my child!”
“I am sorry, but this is a problem. You obviously have old antiquated ways and I am in the current day and age on this. Maybe we should call it quits now before this gets worse?” And with that she left him alone in the same bar where they first met.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #6
“Step right up sir and try your luck. How about you sir?” The man behind the counter held out a softball to the man walking up. “It is just one dollar for two tries.”
“And all I have to do is knock down the bottles and I win a prize?” the man asked.
“Yes sir, it is just that simple.”
The man hands the carny a five-dollar bill and takes the ball. He steps back a little and throws the ball hard. It knocks down only one bottle. He takes another ball and throws even harder and once again only knocks down one bottle.
The man continues this for quite a while and ends up spending twenty-five dollars in no time. When he hands the man his last five-dollar bill he says, “this is it, it is now or never.” He takes the ball and after all but one try the most he had gotten was three. He sighs deeply and gives it his all. And all but the center bottle falls.
The carny smiles at the man and says, “For 5 out of 6 down you get a runner-up prize.” He hands a small plastic toy to the man and he smiles at it and turns to the two friends he had come to the fair with. “I did it” he says to the men. One of them turns and asked, “But why spend thirty dollars on a prize worth maybe one?”
The man blushed and knew his friend was right, he felt like such a fool.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #4
They sat together on the park bench. He was reading a newspaper and she was feeding the pigeons. They had done this for nearly 40 years. The man closed his paper and asked his wife, “Do you want to take a walk through the park today? It is a beautiful day out.”
She threw more of the breadcrumbs at the growing circle of birds and said, “But I still have bread for the birds, and you haven’t finished reading the paper yet.”
“Come on Doris, we haven’t been down those paths in years.” He nudged her arm a little, “I am tired of the same old thing.”
“I don’t see why you are stirring up a hornet’s nest, but I will give it a try.” She slowly stood and took his hand. No more than 5 yards down the path a bicycle came up on the couple from behind and could not turn fast enough. The rider crashed into Doris and she went down on the ground. Her husband, taken by surprise stumbled and fell too.
As the EMT’s were loading Doris in the ambulance for a broken leg, she turned towards the stretcher her husband was on and said, “Next time don’t mess with our routine Christopher. Remember, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #3
This subject just fell into my lap. I was unsure what to write about and then this happened. I am going to my daughter’s house for a little Superbowl get together. I am meeting her future in-laws for the first time. So, I really want everything to go well. I am a bit nervous about it, but now I am pissed!
Last week on the 24th I called our local grocery store to order a vegetable tray and a fruit tray – a little healthy food beyond the junk food associated with the day. I had a bad feeling so on the 31st I called to confirm my pick-up time for today. They did not have the order! I explained again what we wanted, and he said it would be ready at noon.
Today about 12:30 my boyfriend went to pick it up. They didn’t have it! He called to tell me this and I was livid! He said he was getting a manager to speak to, and he would try to work it out. So, I sat and stewed about it. Until I saw him pull in the driveway and get the trays out of the back seat. Instead of being under my last name it was under my first. What a monumental F-up! But it all worked out in the long runs or, as they say, all’s well that ends well!