User 9449's Stories

Hairnet's Spouse

2008-09-10T04:19:38Z

I was outside my basement door, holding my dog on his cable while he relieved himself.
When I get home I scope out the yard to make sure Mule’ s not there before I bring BHeart .outside.
My dog is never in the yard -never anywhere without me. He’s never off his cable when I take him out
Angel and Friend loved him. Frequently they’d call his name to come out and play. “Hey Bheart” until I let him on the porch to greet them.
We were outside about five or ten minutes, Angel’s kids came out. BHeart wagged his tail.Angel came out, same thing.
Suddenly Mule flung open his basement door . BHeart barked .but I told him to stop . He did. I took him inside before going back to clean up after him.
Mule roared
” You need to do something about that F*king dog !.”
I asked ” Like what?”
Mule snarled “Keep him under control ”.
“I get that .I seriously” do .” From above Angel’s daughter “Yes she does.”
Mule looked up, caught.
An angry drunk -in his van ; tossing bottles at stray cats: begging for another beer .

Eddie at the Qwik Trip

2008-07-11T04:22:48Z

I saw Eddie at the Qwik Trip. It was Friday after work, I needed gas and wanted to pick up a Colt 24 oz. Nothing exciting: went inside to pay. Guy held the door for me. He wasn’t my type. I waited in line. Then I saw him He was at the pump next to mine. He was standing next to a beautiful tricked out, custom painted, custom built Malibu convertible.
I liked him even better than his car.
As I pumped my gas, I restrained myself from rushing up to him and saying “Think Marvin Gaye and Sexual Healing. Think BabyFace’s Whip Appeal.”Think Mariah Carey: We Belong Together ”.
He gave me a nice smile. My heart raced. I melted. Said I liked his car. Just then two women pulled up “Excuse us- aren’t you 50 cent?” They were smitten too.
I said ” He’s much better looking than Fiddy.” He smiled, said his name was Eddie. In tribute, I got in my car, opened the sun roof, blasted a 50 cent CD. As I drove away he laughed, gave me a thumbs up. Ever since I’ve longed to see Eddie again- my heartthrob at the Qwik Trip.

Traffic on 12th

2008-06-06T02:38:52Z

Morning traffic in the city. Driving 12th street where it turns into Tucker. Stop and go in front of the civil courts building, a fire engine pulls out of the station ; maneuvers against traffic. I need to get over to the far right at least a block ahead of my upcoming right turn. A burgundy truck gets stopped ahead and to the right of me by someone trying to back up in traffic and grab a vacant parking space in front of the courthouse.He needs to get in my lane. I let him in .
The guy behind me punches his horn. But I’m cool.No worries. It’s June, it’s sunny after weeks of gloomy rain.
Listening to tunes on the radio, thinking about my work day.I’m so glad I don’t have to be in court today.
Burgundy truck hesitates, he can’t believe my courtesy. I beep my horn, waving him over.He gets back in the right lane and puts a blinker on to make his right. While turning he raises his left arm( tan,muscular and has a nice looking watch.) Driving on I smile;consider how nice it just might be to see the rest of him.

BRAVE HEART

2008-06-04T03:20:45Z

My dog’s name is Braveheart. I didn’t give him that name, my ex lover did. And it fits.

Billy showed up one crisp fall evening after a lapse of contact. Par for us. I never could stay mad at 
him and was always glad to see him.

Anyway, as I opened the door, a pup, a young, brindle, tiger stripe, pit bull with a huge head and donkey ears came sauntering in like he owned the place. I’m a dog person.
He knew it.

I’d never been around Pit Bulls and was a bit put off. “What’s his name? “I asked. “Braveheart.”I had to laugh.

Braveheart and I hit it off. Good dog.

Billy left him with me for “just a few days”. Braveheart and I have been together 8 years now.

He is one of the best dogs in the world; gentle,loyal, housebroken,obedient, smart, funny, solid, brave.

He “doesn’t want to fight .But( he)” would if” (he) had to.”To paraphrase his namesake, William Wallace. And that is how a 50 year old white woman ended up with a 65 lb pit from Wellston fighting stock.

He’s never fought. Never will.He’s family.

laundry angel

2008-06-01T04:24:37Z

Carol was on the psych unit. Again. She was being discharged today. I was her case manager for the state and we’d run this drill a few times. She was a handful, but I liked her.

I talked with the doc about her new medications, got them filled and gave her a ride home. We stopped at the grocery store so she could get her beloved Pepsi and a few basics. It was late Friday afternoon.

When we got to her apt I noticed she had mounds of dirty laundry and nothing clean to wear. I loaded laundry into my car and took it home to wash and dry. I wanted her to have clean linens and towels and underwear. I was the laundry angel.

All that night I did Carol’s laundry with the zeal of a
missionary. I washed it all-whites,colors,bedspreads, mattress pad. It took me until about 2:00 am. It was beautiful.
It filled my car; back , front and trunk. I arranged items in between and on the floor. .

At 9:00 AM Carol watched me carry it all inside. ” That it?”.

“Yes” I beamed. “OK”. Then Carol shut her door in my face.

hairnet

2008-05-31T04:15:44Z

My new neighbor was so unhappy. Right after they moved in she began to grab my ear with complaints about her husband when she’d catch me on my back porch. Said he didn’t allow her to have a friend, that he was abusive, flaunted his other women , called her ugly names.
She began to borrow things daily;complaining about him bitterly as I handed over stuff she needed; coffee, sugar, evaporated milk, toilet tissue , laundry soap. Small things to share with one so unhappy. She smoked. I drew the line when she wanted ciggarette money- .being a nonsmoker
She didn’t work, said she had a hernia. Said he was unsympathetic and nagged her about being lazy..
Thanksgiving Day, he was drunk and furious. She had not worn a HAIRNET when she fixed his plate of food .. He passed out.She came to my door; wanted to leave him,So I suggested women’s resources. “No.”Said she’d been to shelters before. Couldn’t she stay with me? I declined. Days later, I saw her smoking on her porch, She was wearing a hairnet.