The Pain of Telling Worse Than The Accident
The little one arrived home from his night-long, Saturday night, escapade at Harmony Fest. On my way home from one of my jobs, I checked in at the house: he answers.
"I've got some bad news and I don't know if I want to tell you on the phone...." Well, he was talking so it couldn't have been that bad an accident -- I was in the right vicinty of the "bad news." I was guessing it was some sort of vehicular miscommunication.
"I'll pull over so I can hear you...what happened?" A story, an honest one I'm sure, about two drivers backing out of parking spaces, butts in gear, thinking the other one was waiting. A dent to the bumper of the 82 VW camper; the thing already has some blemishes and dimples: kisses from some other implement.
"Well, thanks for telling me but it doesn't sound that bad. Not a big deal."
I always like letting him off the hook; it really messes with his mind.
The little one arrived home from his night-long, Saturday night, escapade at Harmony Fest. On my way home from one of my jobs, I checked in at the house: he answers.
"I've got some bad news and I don't know if I want to tell you on the phone...." Well, he was talking so it couldn't have been that bad an accident -- I was in the right vicinty of the "bad news." I was guessing it was some sort of vehicular miscommunication.
"I'll pull over so I can hear you...what happened?" A story, an honest one I'm sure, about two drivers backing out of parking spaces, butts in gear, thinking the other one was waiting. A dent to the bumper of the 82 VW camper; the thing already has some blemishes and dimples: kisses from some other implement.
"Well, thanks for telling me but it doesn't sound that bad. Not a big deal."
I always like letting him off the hook; it really messes with his mind.
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