19 "Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? 20 Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?21 He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray.22 He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. 23 The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. 24 In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.25 At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.
(God how I hate eating there! Like slopping the hogs.)
these two ladies got...
Me looking up from my plate.
automatically knowing I need to be brought up to date:
Well, Mary (white/40ish) was one of those who caught on to my needs quickly. If this had anything to do with maybe a hearing impaired relative in her family I do not know. Already knew she was married, but had no children.
She even volunteered one day, she didn't have to work; she just wanted to.
I'm sure there's an explicable reason somewhere.
But this was TOO loud!
We weren't far from the clinic the three of us were working that day. Although these two were part of this hospital's full time(?)part time staff, still felt responsibility(?)need , even being just a relief veterinarian, keeping this conversation quiet.
But before I could say anything, Rita comes back at Mary even louder.
And I mean loud!!
Way too loud for my comfort!!!
Well Rita (Black/40ish) had already told me a bit of her history. Her and her husband had moved here with their family (lots of kids per the others) from Chicago. In fact, and I'm surprised she told me this, an eyewitness relocation deal arraigned so her husband would testify in court.
He had been part of a Chicago gang.
Now, he working as manager(?)Wal-Mart City just down the street from this veterinary clinic. Even met him one night he dropped by the clinic to speak with Rita.
Looked like any other middle aged(?)middle America man to me.
And the kids,
you would of thought they would have thought this through.
Something doesn't sound right here?
Anyway, back to this story:
(J8BY: shuuu! You talking too loud!)
Jesus. I swear. Feels like I was born 30 B.C., instead.
Before cell phones, GOD DAMN IT! Before Cellphones!
(ME: Me? ME?!
How bout you get off the God Damn Cell phone
I'm talking to Mary here?!)
Now where was I?
Like I mentioned earlier, like slopping the hogs there.
"Rita is right.
He's got to have a job.
there are none...
then it's wrong
just watching life
just passing them on bye.
asking just too much of anyone.
going to happen."
And that's all I remember really.
Guess I handle it okay.
The two must have gone back to their conversation where they left off ;
before the shouting that is.
must have gone back to eating quietly my side of the table.
it was sort of loud in there, at the Golden Corral.
Would have been nice included in that conversation.
Come to think of it, need a job myself.
Waiter at Golden Corral?!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
So funny I forget to laugh!
Remember to remind me to tell you about this cute little black and white cat
stopped in the middle of the street to speak with.
Was just leaving your place.
"HEY! Where YOU come FROM,"
I said to this cat.
"That's my cat,"
said a voice from behind.
Turned to see
young girl(?)standing on the sidewalk(?) walking
black and white dog
"You need to put a leash on this cat before it gets run over!
know it can be done; seen it done(?)once before."
And I mean it,
if I ever get my life(?)story turned into a charitible fund;
I'm coming back for you.
All I want out of it, just a nice house (which I already have) and a nice boat (which I do have enough money to buy now) and entertain my past (?) friends as we finish recovering from our(?)addictions.
But right now I need to hang(?) on to that money as I have absolutely no(?)source of income right now.
That money is like a ticking time clock.
And my fee I'm suggestng paying for all this,
instead of taxes,
free timeshares by all thoses able affording more than one(?)home.
Their lake houses! Their mountian homes! Their beach homes!
If they ain't using it, they don't need it!
You get the picture now(?)hope...?
One last thing,
Do not misunderstand me about Logan; you did the right thing getting him neutered.
Either we are... all... God's children or ... we... never were.