Date: February 13, 2023 07:58PM
It was about one year ago yesterday when on a Sunday afternoon there was a knock on my door. I could not sleep the previous evening so I was crashed on the couch. I had taken an extended release med for my back, yea I was down. Like "Down goes Frazier!"
The back story, I had not been to church since before the pandemic.
I stagger to the door, and sure enough, no phone call, no warning, standing on my front porch, are three guys. Ties, slacks, the works. I know the one fellow and he is a good guy. The guy in he middle introduces himself and the third guy. The guy in the middle is the elders quorum president. It was probably a day he should not have worn khaki, because from behind me came our pride and joy, 120 lbs of German engineering. Klaus, our Alsatian. Another six inches the dude would have pooped.
I am still out of it, khaki asks if they could come in. Well I am in lounge pants, a t-shirt. My hair is all over the place. You would think, bad time? May we come back later. "May we come in?". Then the fellow I know asks, "May we come in?"
I put the dog out so khaki doesn't ruin my furniture. Then we all sit. Holy Hell, as soon as the dog was out khaki found his strength, khaki in the German Shepherd den. "Why aren't you at church?". Well when you have an extended release opioid in your system, even the easiest of answers become a challenge.
He was very, very rude. Top notch rude. Wife comes down the stairs thinking our "minister" had arrived. She sat through it all. After he was done with me he asked how my girls were. Great! And they are. All college educated. All married. I have grand kids. He stares at me and then, "Really? They're great?". I realize someone has been gossiping. Yep...
He thought he was slick. Somehow he thought he had a great A Ha about why I missed church that day. I told them I was up all night, they had woke me from my nap. Finally they left. Via con Dios.
My wife looked at me after I shut the door. She was stunned I had not blown an artery. I told her every time I get mad she does not like it, so I did not get mad.
Then the kicker. The next evening he sent my friend over to apologize. Not Captain Prick, but his counselor. I told my friend he was always, as always, invited. I told him the EP was chicken sh!t and he (the EP) could never come over.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/13/2023 08:05PM by tensolator.