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Why Me, Lord?
The day had become too much for Whitney. Married only two weeks, she began the day by dropping off the man she loved at the airport. Whitney had never spent a night alone and she was not looking forward to the first time. After all, after only two weeks, Whitney was still very happily married.
As Whitney scoffed down a drive-thru breakfast in order to get to work on time, and headed the final two blocks to work, a man in the next lane cut in front of her without looking, causing Whitney to hit her brakes and spill the last bit of her orange juice on her new outfit.
Jerk! Whitney hollered. Whitney had learned a lot from all those years of riding with her dad.
As she arrived at work, Whitney quickly got out of her car and headed to the office only to arrive a couple of minutes late.
Miss Templeton, you are late this morning. That is not a good way to impress your new boss, Mr. Andrews hollered as he looked at his watch.
Im sorry, Mr. Andrews. Ill never let it happen again, Whitney uttered, while under her breath she said, Its Mrs. Templeton, and dont ever forget that.
Whitney was not sure whether the big boss had gotten on Mr. Andrews or if his team had lost the night before. She only knew that his attitude was not what she needed on the day she sent off her one true love to another state for a weeks training for his new job. Whitney tried to console herself by telling herself that it would be only one week and then he would be back home to stay.
As it turned out, it was not only Mr. Andrews who was in a bad mood that day. Evidently, Mrs. Thornapple must have been rooting for the same team as Mr. Andrews.
Whitney looked at her watch. Only 9:47.
9:47, thought Whitney. Im ready to go home and its not even lunch time yet.
Whitney planned to pick up the dry cleaning on her lunch hour only on this particular day it seemed that everyone else picked the same fast food restaurant she did and she was afraid of being late just in case Mr. Andrews was on the prowl when she returned.
Oh, well. Ill just stop on the way home.
Whitney counted the minutes until 5:00. Around 3:45 Mr. Andrews came in.
Miss Templeton, I need for you to stay a little late tonight. I have something that must be in the morning mail. I hope you dont mind. After all, I heard your husband has gone away.
Mr. Andrews words stuck in Whitneys throat.
Uh, sure, Mr. Andrews, was all she could reply.
Whitney finished work and hurried to the dry cleaners knowing she had nothing to wear to work the next day.
She arrived at the dry cleaners just as the lady turned the sign to Closed.
Whitney pounded on the door.
Please let me in! I have to have my clothes so Ill have something to wear to work tomorrow, Whitney pleaded, but to no avail.
Im sorry, but you should have thought of that earlier. We have lives, too, you know, said the nasal voice from the other side of the glass.
Dejectedly, Whitney turned away knowing that she would look for a new dry cleaners the next day.
When she was most of the way home, adversity hit Whitney again.
Thump, thump, thump, came the sound which sounded like the right rear tire.
Whitney pulled over and began to bawl.
Why me, Lord? Whitney cried out as she rested her head on the steering wheel, fairly sure she knew how Job and Wile E. Coyote must have felt.
Whitney was interrupted a couple minutes later when she heard a knock on her window. She looked up to see a man with a pleasant smile, and she rolled down the window a bit.
Is something wrong, Miss? the stranger asked.
It would be quicker if I told you whats right, Whitney replied.
Maybe you could start with why youve pulled over, said the stranger.
I think Ive got a flat tire. To be honest, I havent gotten out to check yet. I think its the right rear tire. Would you mind checking it for me?
Be glad to. Just a second, Miss.
In a few seconds the man returned.
You reckon right, Miss. Would you like for me to change it for you?
If you dont mind. That would be great.
The stranger stood there looking at Whitney.
Is something wrong? Do I need to pay you first?
You dont need to pay me at all, but you do need to pop your trunk so I can get out your spare. You do have a spare, dont you?
Oh, yeah. Sorry, Whitney said as she reached down and pushed the button that opened her trunk.
In a few minutes the man had finished and Whitney headed on her way.
A few minutes later she turned down her street, only to notice several police cars, and they were in front of her house. Whitney got out of the car and ran toward her house.
Im sorry, maam, but I cant let you through, an officer said as he stepped between Whitney and the house.
But I live there, officer! Thats my house!
Well, maam, if thats your house, you are one lucky lady.
Whys that, officer? Whitney asked.
Maam, we just captured a burglar coming out of your house. One of the neighbors saw him jimmy a back window and climb through it and she called us. We were already here and ready for him when he came out. Maam, he came out shooting. If youd come home any sooner, he might have shot you.
Stunned by the officers words, Whitney thought to herself.
Why me, Lord? Why did you decide to save me today?
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Steve Demaree
1608 Summerhill Drive
Lexington, KY 40515
(606) 271-2416
moviesteve@rocketmail.com
Submitted by Richard
The day had become too much for Whitney. Married only two weeks, she began the day by dropping off the man she loved at the airport. Whitney had never spent a night alone and she was not looking forward to the first time. After all, after only two weeks, Whitney was still very happily married.
As Whitney scoffed down a drive-thru breakfast in order to get to work on time, and headed the final two blocks to work, a man in the next lane cut in front of her without looking, causing Whitney to hit her brakes and spill the last bit of her orange juice on her new outfit.
Jerk! Whitney hollered. Whitney had learned a lot from all those years of riding with her dad.
As she arrived at work, Whitney quickly got out of her car and headed to the office only to arrive a couple of minutes late.
Miss Templeton, you are late this morning. That is not a good way to impress your new boss, Mr. Andrews hollered as he looked at his watch.
Im sorry, Mr. Andrews. Ill never let it happen again, Whitney uttered, while under her breath she said, Its Mrs. Templeton, and dont ever forget that.
Whitney was not sure whether the big boss had gotten on Mr. Andrews or if his team had lost the night before. She only knew that his attitude was not what she needed on the day she sent off her one true love to another state for a weeks training for his new job. Whitney tried to console herself by telling herself that it would be only one week and then he would be back home to stay.
As it turned out, it was not only Mr. Andrews who was in a bad mood that day. Evidently, Mrs. Thornapple must have been rooting for the same team as Mr. Andrews.
Whitney looked at her watch. Only 9:47.
9:47, thought Whitney. Im ready to go home and its not even lunch time yet.
Whitney planned to pick up the dry cleaning on her lunch hour only on this particular day it seemed that everyone else picked the same fast food restaurant she did and she was afraid of being late just in case Mr. Andrews was on the prowl when she returned.
Oh, well. Ill just stop on the way home.
Whitney counted the minutes until 5:00. Around 3:45 Mr. Andrews came in.
Miss Templeton, I need for you to stay a little late tonight. I have something that must be in the morning mail. I hope you dont mind. After all, I heard your husband has gone away.
Mr. Andrews words stuck in Whitneys throat.
Uh, sure, Mr. Andrews, was all she could reply.
Whitney finished work and hurried to the dry cleaners knowing she had nothing to wear to work the next day.
She arrived at the dry cleaners just as the lady turned the sign to Closed.
Whitney pounded on the door.
Please let me in! I have to have my clothes so Ill have something to wear to work tomorrow, Whitney pleaded, but to no avail.
Im sorry, but you should have thought of that earlier. We have lives, too, you know, said the nasal voice from the other side of the glass.
Dejectedly, Whitney turned away knowing that she would look for a new dry cleaners the next day.
When she was most of the way home, adversity hit Whitney again.
Thump, thump, thump, came the sound which sounded like the right rear tire.
Whitney pulled over and began to bawl.
Why me, Lord? Whitney cried out as she rested her head on the steering wheel, fairly sure she knew how Job and Wile E. Coyote must have felt.
Whitney was interrupted a couple minutes later when she heard a knock on her window. She looked up to see a man with a pleasant smile, and she rolled down the window a bit.
Is something wrong, Miss? the stranger asked.
It would be quicker if I told you whats right, Whitney replied.
Maybe you could start with why youve pulled over, said the stranger.
I think Ive got a flat tire. To be honest, I havent gotten out to check yet. I think its the right rear tire. Would you mind checking it for me?
Be glad to. Just a second, Miss.
In a few seconds the man returned.
You reckon right, Miss. Would you like for me to change it for you?
If you dont mind. That would be great.
The stranger stood there looking at Whitney.
Is something wrong? Do I need to pay you first?
You dont need to pay me at all, but you do need to pop your trunk so I can get out your spare. You do have a spare, dont you?
Oh, yeah. Sorry, Whitney said as she reached down and pushed the button that opened her trunk.
In a few minutes the man had finished and Whitney headed on her way.
A few minutes later she turned down her street, only to notice several police cars, and they were in front of her house. Whitney got out of the car and ran toward her house.
Im sorry, maam, but I cant let you through, an officer said as he stepped between Whitney and the house.
But I live there, officer! Thats my house!
Well, maam, if thats your house, you are one lucky lady.
Whys that, officer? Whitney asked.
Maam, we just captured a burglar coming out of your house. One of the neighbors saw him jimmy a back window and climb through it and she called us. We were already here and ready for him when he came out. Maam, he came out shooting. If youd come home any sooner, he might have shot you.
Stunned by the officers words, Whitney thought to herself.
Why me, Lord? Why did you decide to save me today?
=====
Steve Demaree
1608 Summerhill Drive
Lexington, KY 40515
(606) 271-2416
moviesteve@rocketmail.com
Submitted by Richard
