tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post5373367575364391358..comments2023-03-21T21:55:49.236-05:00Comments on write away every day: foundUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-85320970771084549932010-08-13T18:38:27.214-05:002010-08-13T18:38:27.214-05:00"hey mister!!"
man i really love this ga..."hey mister!!"<br />man i really love this gas station<br />ive helped my daddy here on the weekend and in the summertime here as long as i can remember<br />yesterday i came in and had to wait awhile for things to get busy<br />and when things get busy around here they always get interesting<br />cars started pouring in the driveway<br />i walked out to pump 8<br />the customer was a young guy<br />college age<br />a few years older than me<br />he had a big red truck<br />when i got to #8, he had already started pumping his gas<br />"Excuse me mister!"<br />when he turned around, i saw a tear drip down his cheek<br />'whadda ya want?'<br />"well two things.."<br />'well ya gunna stand around all day or are ya gunna tell me whatcha bothering me for?'<br />"well first off i work here so im asking you if you need any help with anything? and second im just wonderin if ur ok? i know its not really ..."<br />'im awful sorry, kid, im in such a bad mood right now. me and my girlfriend broke up a couple days ago, and my best friend told me the other day that he saw her at a resturaunt with some other guy. when i found out i dint really care but i found one of her earings today and i just realized how much im in love with her..'<br />" well mister im sorry to here that. if you need a telephone there is one just inside"<br />'thanks that would be great'<br />when he went inside i finished his gas up and payed for it myself then went and his behind the pump across from number 8<br />when he came out he looked at the pump and frowned<br />he got out his wallet and looked at the screen and smiled<br />he looked up at the sky 'thank ya so much for puttin two such wonderful girls in my life' <br />then he got in his car and pulled away<br />when i got out of my hidin spot i saw that he had left behind that earing he had mentioned<br />i ran after his car as it sped away<br />"hey mister!..."Amyhttp://sbcglobal.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-19278420352400546252010-08-03T19:55:45.871-05:002010-08-03T19:55:45.871-05:00He picked up her earing off the hot asphalt. He tw...He picked up her earing off the hot asphalt. He twisted the silver loop, warping it between his fingers.<br /><br />"Crazy bitch."<br /><br />He looked down at her. Her face was so calm, so beautiful. He'd seen her like that, only a few times before, deep in sleep after their lovemaking.<br /><br />He set the earing on the thick concrete pole, red as the blood pooling slowly around her head. He heard the sirens, sounding faintly like a summons, beckoning him. <br /><br />He looked into the stunned, sickened faces around him, and put the gun to his temple.Leah Petersenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17668989627100455974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-51149483324693420382010-08-03T16:35:08.699-05:002010-08-03T16:35:08.699-05:00OMG, I have been driving all day and all night... ...OMG, I have been driving all day and all night... and maybe longer than that. Really besides being thankful for a pitstop two hours ago, I just have to keep driving. Driving. Driving. If I hadn't thrown my cell phone out the window in Scranton I could have called someone to talk me down. This really isn't going to solve anything, just going and going. But it just has to be. Have you run? Just gotten in the car and left? If I think about it I might cry and then I won't be able to see, so just take it from me... sometimes you run. Now the girl asleep next to me? I'd like to blame this on her. But I know better, although I ain't gonna to tell her that. I've run before. I think I'll wake her up so we can fight, which sure beats signposts. She is pretty. Also just a bit dangerous I think, but hey... ain't nuthin' but road ahead. One thing for sure, I ain't going back to that gas station for an earring. Just gotta keep on keepin' on. There is no going back.FilmGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09374765133223959198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116244842474389507.post-50735601817924813382010-08-03T10:06:56.202-05:002010-08-03T10:06:56.202-05:00Grace hated her job. She hated the people she wor...Grace hated her job. She hated the people she worked with. She hated the building. She hated the commute. She hated it all. She had been working as an IT Sysadmin for 3 years now and although she could do the job very well she had no actual qualifications. And she hated that. <br /><br />“I’m being deskilled and unsellable.” she would complain to her workmates when her turn came around. “I can do anything that any other sysadmin can do but I just don’t have the piece of paper that says I am qualified. How can I ever get another job?” she would moan into her limp lunch salad.<br /><br />Her desk was a grey blob, in a grey row of grey blobs. Her office had old faded paint that the management didn’t care about updating because it was a room that no-one but the IT people ever frequented. Her manager didn’t care about her as long as she got her tasks done and no one complained. <br /><br />She used to like helping people out with their issues, she used to see herself as a rescue worker and the problem was a lost hiker, but that enthusiasm wore off ages ago, all because she never got any thanks. <br /><br />If only people knew how much a simple thank you would mean to her. Even just a simple email saying “You’re Amazing!”De Langerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03553548288401468888noreply@blogger.com