He’s 23. He hates me.
I am looking for refreshment. Can’t come up with any ideas. Feels impossible. The empty well feels rather like a bottomless pit. Remember trying to create a mote around the sand castle, and how that sand just kept sucking it up?
What works for you? Let me know (Just don’t suggest a stiff drink or wrinkle cream). Even my coffee pot has a hole in it, and i don’t know how it got there…
I feel really bad about this. It was dark, and I was tired. that’s my excuse. I was pulling all those dam palm fronds out to the street for pick up tomorrow, and I was wondering if there were snakes hiding in the pile.
I hear a voice. “Do you want some help?” I look up and there’s a man standing there with a little boy, maybe 8 or so? I say, “No thanks. I’m almost done.”
They do not move along, and I wonder what there is left to say. The little boy asks if I want to buy candy for his fundraiser. I say, no. I’m sorry.
The dad kindly says, “Don’t want a sugar rush, huh?”
The thing is, I always buy the candy. And I would have this time, too, if I wasn’t going full tilt trying to get done with those stupid leaves.
I should have said yes. I wanted to call after them to come back, but they were too far away.
Next time. I’ll stop for two minutes. I’ll say yes.
Makes me think about my own selling technique. Rather like the little boy asking a tired woman in a frenzy who just wanted to drop into bed. Trying hard to make a living, I should pay attention to the mood of my clients. Everyone is so darn tired, these days. Worn out. No wonder sales are so slow! Everyone’s working too hard to stop, take a look, say yes.
And you know what? I wish I had that piece of candy right now…