Stop that. It’s not nice to make fun of other people, and especially people with a disability. How would you like it if people were laughing at you? Think about your loan application. The bank employees are probably laughing at your expense.
She made a pledge to herself to pick up after a seeing eye dog if ever the opportunity presented itself. Then her mind drifted off again as she began reflecting on the symbiotic relationship between a person and a dog.
What did dogs make of all this? Did dogs understand the law and structure of society? Could dogs be that perceptive? Or were they oblivious to why?
I sure do enjoy walking with you. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world—well except for food that is. But do you have to collect my poop every time we enjoy a walk together? Must you do that? Can’t you see how embarrassing it is to me? Can’t you just leave it there? What do you do with it anyway? You two-legged freak.
Her excitement grew as she waited in line to go through security. Soon she would be airborne, actually flying in the air, and seeing the world from a bird’s perspective. She noticed that one of her fellow explorers took her shoes off for the x-ray machine, and just then, she realized she’d forgotten today’s exercises.
Important note to self: Exercise knees as soon as you enter the hotel room.
The person who invented high heels should stand trial for crimes against humanity, and she would be a key witness. At one point, her knees had been so bad she considered quitting physiotherapy, and simply donating her knees to science.
She turned her cell phone off before she sent it through the x-ray; he still hadn’t responded to her text message.
The departure hall was full of fellow explorers. A pulsating stream of people from around the world, a sea of faces, and each one looked different from the other. All of them with equal qualities, but each one with a different melody. Some were high, while others were low. Some were dark, while others were bright, but either way, they were all part of the greatest symphony ever created, and brought together in a fellow interest of exploring the world.
Seeing other people brings her joy. She was fascinated by the diversity of mankind, and was amazed by how every person looked different from another. Millions and millions of people, and every one unique in their own special ways. Then her mind drifted away—as usual.
When did the word million become so common in the American housing market? What happened to thousands?
She didn’t have anything remotely close to a quarter of a million dollars, or any other fraction of a million dollars. However, she might be able to raise two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, if her loan application came through. But the chance of that happening was about the same as of her winning the state lottery. Before she applied for the loan, she actually reflected if sharing the state of her finances with anyone else was in fact irresponsible.
Could a person die from laughing too hard?
I’m sorry, Miss Davis, I’m afraid we can’t approve of your loan application at this time. Unfortunately, the person who reviewed your application seems to have died from a massive stroke. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, Miss Davis?
She would crack under pressure, and especially if the temperature in the interrogation room was slightly below seventy-four degrees. And given her age, they were bound to try her as an adult—or at least until they got to know her better.
Miss Davies noticed the young couple holding hands, which reminded her to turn her cell phone back on. But she’d received no messages from him. She missed him, and she missed holding his hand. The smell of food and perfume made her both hungry and nauseous. The sight of people enthusiastically spending their money without a concern in the world reminded her of how she used to dream of wealth and the prospect of unlimited shopping. But he’d changed the way she thought. She didn’t need any fancy clothes anymore, she only needed to stay warm. She didn’t need to impress anyone but him.
A permanent marker is a cruel and dangerous invention, and just like any other weapon of mass destruction, it should only be put to use if absolutely necessary. Writing “8456” on the wall of a public restroom is a great misuse of power. At least the person who wrote “I HATE VANDALISM” showed some creativity. Why would anyone write random numbers on the wall of a public restroom?
On her way out of the restroom, she noticed the young woman freshening her makeup in front of the giant mirror. In the past, Miss Davies would spend a lot of her time in front of a mirror. She would spend a half-hour applying her makeup to perfection, only to spend a few minutes in a store, hoping to impress some store clerk who had no bearing on her life whatsoever. Nowadays, she only wore makeup on special occasions. She must have saved years of her life by dropping the daily mirror routine. And she’d probably saved a lot of money also. Perhaps even a fraction of a million dollars.
The airport had plenty of restaurants to her liking, but they were all crowded, and she ended up ordering a hamburger and fries at a sports bar. Miss Davies noticed the television in the sports bar. The rain had interrupted the schedule, and the game had been replaced with a television show portraying an American family. Which lead to an all-too-familiar question: Why were men such idiots?
Their personalities might be different, but in the end, they were all imbeciles, one way or another. They were so incompetent that they couldn’t tell a good offer from a bad one. They couldn’t even operate simple equipment, and especially kitchen appliances. An average five-year-old child could outsmart most grown men. Fortunately, large numbers of them were married to smart women who told them what to do. If not, they’d most likely starve to death, or perhaps die while trying to attempt to operate a toaster.
Why didn’t anyone make a sitcom about a dumb woman with a clever husband? Could it be because no one had thought of it? Perhaps she could create a sitcom. Perhaps she could write a manuscript, and sell it to a major network for a quarter of a million dollars. Or perhaps she didn’t need to write a screenplay. Perhaps she could just pitch the pilot to the network. Perhaps she could star in the pilot also?
Once at the gate, Miss Davies sat down next to an elderly gentleman who she thought looked friendly and familiar. His white beard reminded her of the goat her family had on the farm. She’d named the goat Whitebeard—for obvious reasons.
Whitebeard was a stubborn goat, and he wouldn’t do anything that didn’t please him. One day, the stubborn goat decided to stand on the railroad tracks. Despite the train bearing down on him, he showed no desire to move, and needless to say, the train didn’t swerve. The tale of Whitebeard came to a sudden end.
Once again, Miss Davies checked her cell phone. He still hadn’t responded to her text message. The lack of reply wasn’t like him. He usually answered right away. She started to become anxious and concerned.
“Where are you going, young lady?” Whitebeard suddenly asked.
“Alaska.”
“I know you are. It says so on the screen.”
Whitebeard pointed toward the gate monitor.
“I’m going to Alaska myself,” Whitebeard added.
She felt a bit embarrassed. “Of course, you are.”
“So, is it business or pleasure?”
“Neither, I guess,” she said, and felt insecure about what to say next. “It’s just a weekend trip. It’s not as though I had a choice. If the destination was up to me, I would’ve chosen a warmer destination.”
“August is a good month to visit Alaska.”
“But it’s late August,” she responded uneasily.