mac58
08-24-2005, 06:08 PM
give it a read and some feedback positive or negative and I'll prop you. Once again just want to preface this by saying im not really a writer just something ive been fu*king around with.
Rainy Day
Friday morning was one of those days. I got out of bed and looked outside and noticed it was dark and rainy. I hate the rain, it just depresses me. I had a long day of work ahead of me, not to mention I had a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Nothing serious, I was just a starting a new job in a month and it required a physical. As I finished breakfast and headed out the door I took one last glimpse of myself in the mirror. I shouldn’t have, see I’m not bad looking, I’ve actually always did pretty well with the ladies, but I have a poor self image. I hate mirrors. Anyway, I noticed a huge zit on my forehead. A zit, what the fu*k? I think I’m the only 29 year old I know with the complexion of a sixteen year old McDonald’s employee. Like I said it was one of those days.
As I got in my car I realized I needed to stop for gas. I was already running late and now I had to stop and spend forty fu*king bucks to fill this piece of sh*t up. As I got onto the entrance ramp to the parkway the traffic looked pretty slow. I quickly maneuvered over to the left lane, and got stuck behind some nine hundred year old woman doing about forty miles per hour in the left lane. After riding her ass, laying on the horn, flipping her off, and swerving in and out of traffic I got to the front of the pack. I turned off at my exit and pulled into the doctor’s office. Of course, the parking lot was full, and I had to park about a quarter mile away and walk in the rain. Like I said, I was having one of those days.
I actually made it to the doctor’s on time, but of course the doctor wasn’t ready for me. As I sat in the waiting room I started to play a little game I always play. I just look around at all the people in the room and try and figure out what’s wrong with them. Just as I was diagnosing a woman with ghonorrea my phone began to ring. It was Betty. She reminded me that we had to meet up with her parents tonight for dinner. I completely forgot about it. That’s the last thing I felt like doing. Like I said, I was having one of those days.
Just then the doctor’s assistant called my name. It was about fifteen minutes after my appointment time, but hey that’s pretty good for a doctor’s office. She showed me into another room. She weighed me, took all my measurements and vitals, and told me to have a seat to wait for the doctor. I knew I had at least another twenty minute wait ahead of me. “Looks like you’re having a rough one” said a voice from my left. I turned and saw a man sitting on the bed next to mine waiting for the doctor as well. He was about forty-five and looked to be in pretty good shape. He was a pretty good looking guy. I’m not gay or anything, but I can usually tell if someone else is good looking or not. He was just one of those guys you could tell he had it made. He probably had the nice house, good job, beautiful family, and hot wife. He was smiling and extended his hand. “How are you friend, my name is Ben.” Did he just call me “friend”? I shook his hand and introduced myself. “So what are you in for?” he asked. This is all I needed, some chipper guy making small talk. “Just a check-up” I said. “So why the long face?” he asked. Did he really just ask me that? Who the fu*k says sh*t like that? I know he was just being nice, but I was not in the mood for a “why the long face conversation”. Reluctantly I responded “Nothing really, just having one of those days you know? And this rain, I can’t stand the rain.” “I actually like the rain you know, and my wife she loves it. When we first started dating she would always make me sit out on the porch and watch the storms come in.” he said smiling. “Really and you did it?” I asked. “Oh yeah, I actually began to like it, and nine out of ten times she would convince me into going for a walk in the rain or even playing around a bit.” He replied with a smile and a head shake. “Speaking of wives I just spoke to the “old ball and chain” and found out I have to go by her mother’s house for dinner.” I told him.
Just then the doctor’s assistant came in and informed us the doctor would be in shortly. I know what that means, another fifteen minutes with this nut bag. I laid back and rested my eyes. “So what’s the matter you don’t like her mother?” he pried. I was annoyed but I responded “No it’s not really that, I just kind of wanted to relax tonight.” “Where the hell is this doctor?” I bi*ched. “Oh Dr. Zenner he’s a busy man he’ll be in shortly. If you want you can go ahead of me, I’m in no rush to get to work” he said with a chuckle. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah, don’t worry about it, if I learned one thing this year it’s not to rush through life. I know it’s a cliché, but you really should stop and smell the roses.” Did he just tell me to stop and smell the roses” this guy was fu*king unbelievable. If he didn’t just let me go ahead of him I might have smacked that smile off his face. Just then the doctor came in and I went into his office.
“So did you get a chance to talk to Ben?” asked Dr. Zenner. “Oh yeah” I said rolling my eyes. “He’s actually a real nice guy and he’s been through a lot this past year.” He said. “Been through a lot? That guy?” I asked. “Yep, lost his wife in that car accident he was in.” he said shaking his head. Then it hit me. He was talking about his wife a lot, and all I did was bi*ch about mine. I started to feel like sh*t for the way I was talking to him and wished I had been a bit nicer. “He’s got a great attitude that Ben.” said the doctor.
As we finished up the appointment I couldn’t help thinking about that Ben. I couldn’t imagine losing Betty. I guess that is why he was saying all that “smell the roses” sh*t. I walked out into the rain and remembered how far I had parked. I lit up a cigarette as I opened my umbrella. Just then I heard a voice come from my left. I looked over and didn’t see anything. “Hey over here” said Ben. I looked down and will never forget what I saw. It was Ben with a huge smile on face soaking wet. He rolled over to me in his wheelchair. He grabbed my arm and said something simple I’ll never forget: “Instead of always thinking about what you don’t have, remember all the things that you do. Life is too short to walk around bi*ching.” With that he pulled away. I could swear he seemed like he was skipping on the wheelchair. As I walked back to my car I closed down my umbrella and just enjoyed the rain. For the first time in my life I really enjoyed the rain.
Rainy Day
Friday morning was one of those days. I got out of bed and looked outside and noticed it was dark and rainy. I hate the rain, it just depresses me. I had a long day of work ahead of me, not to mention I had a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Nothing serious, I was just a starting a new job in a month and it required a physical. As I finished breakfast and headed out the door I took one last glimpse of myself in the mirror. I shouldn’t have, see I’m not bad looking, I’ve actually always did pretty well with the ladies, but I have a poor self image. I hate mirrors. Anyway, I noticed a huge zit on my forehead. A zit, what the fu*k? I think I’m the only 29 year old I know with the complexion of a sixteen year old McDonald’s employee. Like I said it was one of those days.
As I got in my car I realized I needed to stop for gas. I was already running late and now I had to stop and spend forty fu*king bucks to fill this piece of sh*t up. As I got onto the entrance ramp to the parkway the traffic looked pretty slow. I quickly maneuvered over to the left lane, and got stuck behind some nine hundred year old woman doing about forty miles per hour in the left lane. After riding her ass, laying on the horn, flipping her off, and swerving in and out of traffic I got to the front of the pack. I turned off at my exit and pulled into the doctor’s office. Of course, the parking lot was full, and I had to park about a quarter mile away and walk in the rain. Like I said, I was having one of those days.
I actually made it to the doctor’s on time, but of course the doctor wasn’t ready for me. As I sat in the waiting room I started to play a little game I always play. I just look around at all the people in the room and try and figure out what’s wrong with them. Just as I was diagnosing a woman with ghonorrea my phone began to ring. It was Betty. She reminded me that we had to meet up with her parents tonight for dinner. I completely forgot about it. That’s the last thing I felt like doing. Like I said, I was having one of those days.
Just then the doctor’s assistant called my name. It was about fifteen minutes after my appointment time, but hey that’s pretty good for a doctor’s office. She showed me into another room. She weighed me, took all my measurements and vitals, and told me to have a seat to wait for the doctor. I knew I had at least another twenty minute wait ahead of me. “Looks like you’re having a rough one” said a voice from my left. I turned and saw a man sitting on the bed next to mine waiting for the doctor as well. He was about forty-five and looked to be in pretty good shape. He was a pretty good looking guy. I’m not gay or anything, but I can usually tell if someone else is good looking or not. He was just one of those guys you could tell he had it made. He probably had the nice house, good job, beautiful family, and hot wife. He was smiling and extended his hand. “How are you friend, my name is Ben.” Did he just call me “friend”? I shook his hand and introduced myself. “So what are you in for?” he asked. This is all I needed, some chipper guy making small talk. “Just a check-up” I said. “So why the long face?” he asked. Did he really just ask me that? Who the fu*k says sh*t like that? I know he was just being nice, but I was not in the mood for a “why the long face conversation”. Reluctantly I responded “Nothing really, just having one of those days you know? And this rain, I can’t stand the rain.” “I actually like the rain you know, and my wife she loves it. When we first started dating she would always make me sit out on the porch and watch the storms come in.” he said smiling. “Really and you did it?” I asked. “Oh yeah, I actually began to like it, and nine out of ten times she would convince me into going for a walk in the rain or even playing around a bit.” He replied with a smile and a head shake. “Speaking of wives I just spoke to the “old ball and chain” and found out I have to go by her mother’s house for dinner.” I told him.
Just then the doctor’s assistant came in and informed us the doctor would be in shortly. I know what that means, another fifteen minutes with this nut bag. I laid back and rested my eyes. “So what’s the matter you don’t like her mother?” he pried. I was annoyed but I responded “No it’s not really that, I just kind of wanted to relax tonight.” “Where the hell is this doctor?” I bi*ched. “Oh Dr. Zenner he’s a busy man he’ll be in shortly. If you want you can go ahead of me, I’m in no rush to get to work” he said with a chuckle. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah, don’t worry about it, if I learned one thing this year it’s not to rush through life. I know it’s a cliché, but you really should stop and smell the roses.” Did he just tell me to stop and smell the roses” this guy was fu*king unbelievable. If he didn’t just let me go ahead of him I might have smacked that smile off his face. Just then the doctor came in and I went into his office.
“So did you get a chance to talk to Ben?” asked Dr. Zenner. “Oh yeah” I said rolling my eyes. “He’s actually a real nice guy and he’s been through a lot this past year.” He said. “Been through a lot? That guy?” I asked. “Yep, lost his wife in that car accident he was in.” he said shaking his head. Then it hit me. He was talking about his wife a lot, and all I did was bi*ch about mine. I started to feel like sh*t for the way I was talking to him and wished I had been a bit nicer. “He’s got a great attitude that Ben.” said the doctor.
As we finished up the appointment I couldn’t help thinking about that Ben. I couldn’t imagine losing Betty. I guess that is why he was saying all that “smell the roses” sh*t. I walked out into the rain and remembered how far I had parked. I lit up a cigarette as I opened my umbrella. Just then I heard a voice come from my left. I looked over and didn’t see anything. “Hey over here” said Ben. I looked down and will never forget what I saw. It was Ben with a huge smile on face soaking wet. He rolled over to me in his wheelchair. He grabbed my arm and said something simple I’ll never forget: “Instead of always thinking about what you don’t have, remember all the things that you do. Life is too short to walk around bi*ching.” With that he pulled away. I could swear he seemed like he was skipping on the wheelchair. As I walked back to my car I closed down my umbrella and just enjoyed the rain. For the first time in my life I really enjoyed the rain.