The Bowler
Okay, so this isn't very philosophical or spiritually deep. But it's just... well, you decide.
I'm sitting at my desk trying to catch up on a million things when I hear a thunderous crash outside of the main entrance of the lobby. The way the street is set up out front, there are always cars turning too fast and swerving into our parking lot. I thought maybe someone miscalculated their turn a bit and hit one of my co-worker's cars.
Being the responsible employee that I am, I naturally jumped up ready to take down some fleeing car's license plate and gnab the jerk. But alas and alack, instead of a high-speed getaway there was (still is) a pastey white guy with a black afro throwing a bowling ball into the dumpster beside the office.
I've seen this guy before. He rather furtively walks around the neighborhood in the evenings. I think he's paranoid. He has an air of suspicion and mischief about him. Sometimes he rides a bike. I lived in an apartment above work for about 3 weeks while I was in transition this summer, and one night I was at the kitchen window doing dishes when I saw him rummaging through the CVS dumpster. I called Naphtili over and we watched him look around inside of the dumpster. It was pretty empty besides a smallish white man with a largish black afro. He emerged with a bowling ball, and we both wondered what one earth a bowling ball was doing in the dumpster of CVS. He seemed fairly satisfied with his prize.
Well, the bowling ball is really just his. Maybe he got it out of a dumpster somewhere, and maybe not. Anyway, after I heard the crash and began my investigations, I saw two guys walking towards Mr. Pastey. They were asking him what he was doing and it looked a little dangerous. I grabbed the phone and asked my boss if it's legal to smash things in other people's dumpsters. I really just wanted to tell someone else and have a man around in case somebody started beating up Mr. Pastey... or in case Mr. Pastey is related to The Bowler.
My boss came out and opened the door and watched Mr. Pastey for a minute. He was still smashing away (I think he's gone now-- it's quiet out there). My boss said, "Is everything okay?" and Mr. Pastey said, "Yeah! Somebody put a TV in the dumpster, so I'm smashing it with my bowling ball!" He held up a speaker that was holding onto the rest of the set for dear life by a few very surprised wires. Somehow this all makes perfect sense to him. It was like, "Is everything okay?" and then "Yeah, I just saved $500 on my insurance by switching to Geico, so I'm going to go to Disney World!"
Anyway, I don't have any amazing connections of how this relates to our relationship with God, or what a picture it is of some deep truth. Which is kind of weird cause I usually draw connections between everything.
THE END. It's lunchtime.
I'm sitting at my desk trying to catch up on a million things when I hear a thunderous crash outside of the main entrance of the lobby. The way the street is set up out front, there are always cars turning too fast and swerving into our parking lot. I thought maybe someone miscalculated their turn a bit and hit one of my co-worker's cars.
Being the responsible employee that I am, I naturally jumped up ready to take down some fleeing car's license plate and gnab the jerk. But alas and alack, instead of a high-speed getaway there was (still is) a pastey white guy with a black afro throwing a bowling ball into the dumpster beside the office.
I've seen this guy before. He rather furtively walks around the neighborhood in the evenings. I think he's paranoid. He has an air of suspicion and mischief about him. Sometimes he rides a bike. I lived in an apartment above work for about 3 weeks while I was in transition this summer, and one night I was at the kitchen window doing dishes when I saw him rummaging through the CVS dumpster. I called Naphtili over and we watched him look around inside of the dumpster. It was pretty empty besides a smallish white man with a largish black afro. He emerged with a bowling ball, and we both wondered what one earth a bowling ball was doing in the dumpster of CVS. He seemed fairly satisfied with his prize.
Well, the bowling ball is really just his. Maybe he got it out of a dumpster somewhere, and maybe not. Anyway, after I heard the crash and began my investigations, I saw two guys walking towards Mr. Pastey. They were asking him what he was doing and it looked a little dangerous. I grabbed the phone and asked my boss if it's legal to smash things in other people's dumpsters. I really just wanted to tell someone else and have a man around in case somebody started beating up Mr. Pastey... or in case Mr. Pastey is related to The Bowler. My boss came out and opened the door and watched Mr. Pastey for a minute. He was still smashing away (I think he's gone now-- it's quiet out there). My boss said, "Is everything okay?" and Mr. Pastey said, "Yeah! Somebody put a TV in the dumpster, so I'm smashing it with my bowling ball!" He held up a speaker that was holding onto the rest of the set for dear life by a few very surprised wires. Somehow this all makes perfect sense to him. It was like, "Is everything okay?" and then "Yeah, I just saved $500 on my insurance by switching to Geico, so I'm going to go to Disney World!"
Anyway, I don't have any amazing connections of how this relates to our relationship with God, or what a picture it is of some deep truth. Which is kind of weird cause I usually draw connections between everything.
THE END. It's lunchtime.
posted by Jenn at 11:34
1 Comments:
Hey Evan... I am so jokin' tired it isn't even funny. I flew out to Colorado this weekend for Joy Simpson's wedding-- it was great. Our flight (flew home with Naphtili, Billy and Ruthie) was delayed and we didn't get home till 3:30 am. It's mornings like these I hate my job...
I am very relieved to see that you were unable to come up with a spiritual metaphor for my little narrative of Mr. Pastey. It makes me feel smarter-- a story that even stumped Evan.
I'm going to have to reformat my paper before I email it to you. I used several different programs to put it together because of graphs, etc. Once I get it together, I would really appreciate your input and insights. Someday I think it may evolve into a book... I'd love to start writing. Will probably shape it through my time at IWS. I already am annoyed with the way I wrote it and will want to change a lot of things. Anyway, I would appreciate your critical eye and mind.
Till then... Jenn
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