Two Men on the Bench

Park bench
flickr photo by robnguyen01 (CC BY-SA)

An old man sat park bench with his son, kvetching about his healthcare worker.

“You know what she did to me this morning?” asked the old man. “She told me to have a nice day! Who is she to tell me how to live my life?”

“That’s terrible,” said his son, “absolutely terrible. Men who have lived as long as you should be able to have whatever kind of day they want.”

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He stood on the edge of the stage, just behind the curtain. Racing heart, weak knees, sweaty palms…. The microphone was attached to the podium. Good, he thought, my hands are so wet I’d probably drop it before I got three words out.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and held it to the count of five. He let the air out, opened his eyes and stepped onto the stage with a flourish….

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