so, i had another spiritual moment today. what totally amazes me on this journey is that everyday you learn something new, so the set-up goes as follows.
i'm leaving work (the glamorous world) of kell containter. (grateful for a paycheck) and as a result of scheduling errors, they needed to me to go to the salon to cover a few hours. I leave work and am taking care of some AA business ( i have the information phone for people to call) and am speaking with this gentlemen who is being "ordered" to attend a support group to get his liver transplant but he doesn't have a drinking problem, cars are honking at me, i forgot my sunglasses so i'm crying because the i'm squinting so hard, now my eyes are burning from the copious amounts of salt in my tears because i salt every food that enters my body, shit there goes the exit toward the bank i normally go to, HONK HONK HONK HONK somebody things i'm popular or just doesn't like my driving at this point, ok, at the other branch office let me run in, jot my number down on the deposit slip and oh RING RING RING are you coming to the salon?, sign the checks, hand them to the teller,
teller: " do you have your id?"
nj: " are you kidding me? they never ask me for my id"
teller: "i'm sorry, i need to see an id."
nj: "fine, its in my car."
out to the car, drop my cell phone, kick it under the car, open the car, grab my wallet and then out of the corner of my eye i see my passport and get an idea. bitch, you want an id, let me show you this, i'm sure at your blooming age of 16 you have no clue what this is. swagger back into the bank flick the passport on the counter and watch with amusement as she ponders over this "odd looking document"
nj: "its a passport issued by the united states government, it is an id" i say with such satisfaction. she completes the transaction, wishes me a good day and i leave sit down in the car and all of a sudden i hear this voice
mysterious voice"nicholas, what the f@ck was that?" i realized the absurdity of my behavior in that situation. for my protection and because her job requires it, she asked for my id, not my kidney. for those of you who read the gambling dinner out story on 4/4/09, holy shit, i'm my father!
i'm grateful that i recognized it, see the ridiculousness in it and realize i'm human. i know, i will make a point to go to that branch the next time and apologize to her for that behavior.
nj
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Been there done that too many times...we gt used to the slack and then we expect that we have that right of a passage all the time or most of the time...we learn and go on....just like we THNK we have the right to drive when really is a privelage HA! Sure wish the speeders, and all the crazy drivers would get a taste of reality...we just lost an elderly couple on my street dead, gone in a second..becaue the guy thought speeding was OK and then his life is changed for ever...we all need to slow down and do things peaceful ....its hard have a good day Nick Love Yah!! Stay strong Proud of you....Oh yeah I get the finger everyday at at a turn on left becaue I wait for the green arrow...isnt that what the green arrow is for to wait for your turn....i'm not taken the chance...
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