My poor little niece, Regina, put her hand through the window and had to get stiches on her 6th birthday. Poor Kid.
I have a semi amusing story from work today. A guy called in and asked why his bill was $1000. That's totally shocking, I get that. I'm not inhuman. Basically they dude had 600 or so minutes of calls to several different countries ranging from $0.34 to $2.99 a minute. He told me that wasn't fair because he didn't know before hand. I graciously told him that it was HIS responsibilty to find out the cost, and we could not credit him as he had actually USED all those minutes. He continued to argue with me until I told him, "You can't go to the grocery store and eat a loaf of bread and then tell the cashier you didn't know it was $3." He told me I was mean and inflexible and that I'd never amount to anything in life. I am pretty sure that those attributes would take me pretty far in most business ventures. I felt pretty good about the whole thing.
I'm stealing from myself. I first wrote this for Mimmi's Literati Square, and I like it and it's kind of expressive. BTW, I know Mimmers has been really busy, but if you want to pop the Literati back together, I'd love to keep playing.
The raindrops peal like malicious laughter against the window pane. I sit quietly as Mother Nature ridicules me in my solitude. In the grip of perceived independence, I've never felt so confined. He has gone now, and he will not return, like a kite torn from it's owner by an unexpected gail, reckless in it's pursuit of destiny.
It's appropriate, the rain. It was raining that day too. The day I first saw him, tall, handsome and somehow looking at me. As he approached, I greeted him with a confused, "Hello." He held an umbrella and offered to share it with me. He didn't know me, didn't know where I was going. It was like he was placed there by something Divine, just for me. A bridge to what life should be, leading away from the monotony of my small circle of friends. He showed me so many places, and taught me so many things, and yet it always seemed to rain.
Then as he walk farther from me, a tug at my heart. Feeling as though it will pull straight through my sternum. The rain winds down as I stand at my window.
