Session April 23 2016

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She did her best to help him, but he didn't appreciate it.
by RMAF

He said, in his self-consumed depression, "I want to 'go out' in high style." So Miss Windy Sky flew him (without a parachute) to the highest mountains around and opened the plane's big door. The cold air shocked his mind and body awake. He got cold cheeks and feet. "I changed my mind. How about you and I go out for dinner, drinks and dancing tonight instead?"

"I did my best to help you but you didn't appreciate it." She tilted her plane and he slid out, yelling all the way down "I did appreciate what you did but dinner, drinks and dancing would have been better than this!"

The sound of his voice grew fainter and fainter: "Yeowooo! I've changed my mind!"

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“Don’t step on the broken glass,” she said acidly, as though she hoped he would.

By RC

Alice was a nice girl—really she was. She just had a continual gripe about the inspector who periodically inspected the plant which she managed. It’s hard for a woman, they say, to break into any man’s world. They like to say that they have to work twice as hard and be twice as good. At least, this was something she said all the time.

Fred, the inspector was not a hard guy to get along with, I suppose, if you didn’t mind his constant chattering about rules and regulations. One would think he invented the whole concept of rules. This is what led up to the event of that day.

There was an emergency at the plant. A leaking tower of chemicals. Everyone donned their protective suits and Fred was summoned to the scene. The acid was even then seeping out of the tank at a pretty good rate. Someone had been down there earlier and had tried to contain some of the leak with a wall of glass—the one thing impervious to the acid—but it had been a failure. The glass had cracked and fallen all over the place. Of course, the first thing he had done was give Alice a lecture as to what she should have done to have prevented the leak in the first place.

Alice really shouldn’t be blamed for the fact that his suit later developed a leak. She did suggest that he call a clean-up crew and not go down himself, but he insisted. The rules were, they should personally check out anything before calling for help. And she did tell him about the glass.

“Don’t step on the broken glass,” she said acidly, as though she hoped he would. But she pointed only to one area of broken glass, whereas it had also fallen to a lower level, where the acid was pooling up, and where he wanted to investigate first. And she did not accompany him.

Poor Fred. He was all for rules.

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They swiveled in unison to watch it pass overhead.
by TNT

I recognized him - it was Forest from the Quaker meeting. He didn't say how he made a living. I would never have guessed he had a Chicken Ranch. He painted wild abstract murals - it was possible that his paintings on the Chicken Ranch enraged the chickens because no-one was sure what happened. The chickens ran amok - the rooster flew Kamikaze style and committed suicide on the side of the crazed pattern of abstraction painted on the Barn's walls, inside and out. All the hens faces swiveled in unison to watch it pass overhead as the rooster crashed into the barn wall. Not greatly concerned, the hens went back to clucking and pecking at the ground. Forest shook his grizzled head and remarked in true Quaker style "Well, everyone is a critic." He repainted the barn a solid shade of mauve. 

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“Please wait outside of the house,” he told her with a condescending smile.

By CC

For many years she put up with his supercilious attitude but today he crossed the line. They had returned from a jog around the neighborhood; she had made the effort to stay in the lead so felt more than a little exhausted and a bit sweaty. However he obviously had to humiliate her. “Please wait outside of the house,” he told her with a condescending smile. “I’ll just go ‘round and get the hose so you can wash off out here first.”

Well, that was the day she made her decision. She had always secretly dreamed of crewing aboard a Tall Ship; now she knew there was little time to waste if this was going to happen.

First, she contacted a divorce attorney and then she entered the Duxbury Bay Maritime School. Before she was 40 she got a job as second mate on a Tall Ship sailing out of Boston. This is the life, she thought to herself, scrambling across the deck in her perky little outfit: A little hard tack, a tot of rum, and lots of aerobic exercise! She felt fulfilled and happy. One day she was climbing the rigging to drop the topsail when she lost her footing and plunged headlong into the sapphire blue sea. Amazing, she thought, with her last breath.

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"I never said you couldn't go," he said with practiced charm. "That was your decision."
by GS

The smell of hundreds of dead and dying fish was horrendous. Why we had decided to visit the fish market was not clear. My husband had convinced me not to go to the arboretum, but to accompany him to the fish market instead. As we both stood there gagging, he read my mind and had the nerve to say, with practiced charm, "I never said you couldn't go. That was your decision.'

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The waves crashing on the shore soothed his soul.
by KC

Alain Snout lived at the south end of the Lake. He and his wife Miriam worked together but far as that goes everyone who ended up here eventually worked for "The Company."

Alain worked the war club, mostly on the head and back; Miriam, she was claws in the shins. 

Days on the line were long and the nights were never-ending. The only saving grace was, in Hell, on the Lake of Fire, working for the Devil - you never had to worry about getting laid-off.

That and the waves crashing on the shore soothed his soul, or should I say his mind. Everyone leaves their soul at the door.

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If I don't like something, I'll stay away from it.
by BG

Jamie's life took many paths. He had spent all his growing up years in one place, went to college in another, and grad school in yet another. Then, after school, he took a year off and traveled , criss-crossing back and forth, up and down, stopping here and there. Once he started his career he again went many places for both business and also for pleasure, revisiting places he'd been yet also seeing new ones. He became very knowledgeable about the history of many areas, geography, the flora and fauna and also learned local tales and legends when possible. He gave talks in local libraries near his home. One day when asked where he'd been other than California, he replied "If I don't like something, I'll stay away from it."