Half cocked
My newspaper did not come Saturday. I wondered if it had anything to do with the envelope that came in the paper a week or so ago with a piece of paper announcing I had a new delivery person. Surely they wouldn't cut me off.
Then Sunday, I got half of a paper. Sometimes they throw the paper in two pieces so maybe the second half was on the way. Then when I walked Bear, I saw other people had the whole paper. This made two days in a row without a paper.
I thought about how I have lived here 15 years and have subscribed to the newspaper the entire time. Now, some clown is going to cut me off with some sort of hardball tactic to get payment.
The note said nothing about how much I owed or when I needed to send the money. The longer I walked Bear, the madder I got. I was ready for the guy. If he gave me any trouble about not paying, I was going to tell him how I have been a good customer for 15 years and that if he was going to be such a tight ass, I would cancel the paper. Then I would call the newspaper and let them know what a bad carrier he was.
Yes sir, I was ready to unload.
I called the man up and he answered the phone. Then a little girl picked up the phone, "Hellooooo." He told her to hang up, "Put the phone down honey." Then another littler girl picked up the phone, "Helloooooooo." I guess picking up the phone was still fun for them. After about a minute, he got his daughters off of the phone and we were talking.
I told him who I was and where I lived. I said I hadn't gotten the paper for two days and that I wondered if I had been cut off. He told me I wasn't cut off, but he gets confused on our street. It seems that he is throwing the papers from a recorded tape.
Long story short, he ran another newspaper right out and apologized. Me, my face turned into a jackass for a moment and I said a few eeeeaaawww's like on the cartoons.
It is funny how you can build things up in your mind. It is important to remain calm and give the other party the benefit of the doubt. Let them actually do what you are accusing them of doing.
It reminds me of the guy who had a flat tire out in the country in the middle of the night. He opened the trunk and discovered he had no jack. Scratching his head with his finger, he remembered there was a farm house a mile or so back down the road.
The man set off walking to the house to ask for a jack. As he walked, he figured the people in the house would not be thrilled about being awoken so late at night. They might even be mad. But what was he to do? It wasn't his fault he had a flat tire. They should be more willing to help folks in need anyway. He had thoughts like these until he got to the house.
He knocked on the door a few times until finally a light came on and a sleepy eyed man opened the door. "Yes, may I help you," said the farm house resident. The man replied, "I didn't want to borrow your damn jack anyway." He then turned and walked away.
Monday is a day a lot of folks go off half-cocked. A word to the wise is sufficient.
Until the next time
John Strain