The Bad Deal

The whole deal went sour, and had you put any thought into it, you would have known it almost from the beginning.

Everyone knew it would happen at any day. Some expected it sooner, so you shouldn’t have been so surprised and disgusted when it did go bad.

Of course you got away with it that first day, and you thought all was well if you even bothered to put any thought into it at all. It wasn’t until the third day when it started to go sour, but even then you didn’t do anything about it. You even told the others not to worry and that it would be all right. Were you in denial, or did you really think that everything would still turn out okay?

“Just one more day,” you said, each morning of the week, and now look what happened. You of all people should have known better, and now you have no one to blame but yourself.

I know you’re standing there thinking of all the time and effort that went into it, not to mention the expense. Don’t forget the disappointment either. Remember how sure you were that everything would work out?

One of the biggest problems is that it not only affects you, but it has a tremendous impact on the others in your family as well. Everyone was expecting it to be there, counting on it in fact, even you and now it’s simply gone. Can’t you see the disappointment and anger in their faces? 

“What are you going to say to them? What is done is done? What good will that do? You needed it and so did they, and because you weren’t careful it’s not there. Sometimes being sorry doesn’t cut it. Isn’t that what you’ve told your children time and time again?

You know now that the deal stinks and standing there looking disgusted won’t help matters any. It certainly won’t do anything to placate those around you. Too bad you didn’t think about what could have gone wrong earlier.

I suppose your only consolation at this point is knowing that you’re not the only one whose been duped. It’s happened many times before and will certainly happen again. There’s always someone around who hasn’t learned the lesson and are doomed to repeat your mistake.

“What a waste,” you say? What makes you think that will make anybody feel any better, to know that you now realize the thing went south? Saying it’s nothing but a waste won’t help you at all, and it won’t do anything to avert their accusing eyes either.

No. You’re just stuck there mumbling to yourself. Oh sure, you could start over. In fact, in spite of everything, you will for you have no choice. Of course, you know that if you do it right, it will help you in the future. Even so, it still won’t help you now because now is when you need it.

“Next time it will be different,” you tell yourself. “Next time I will be more careful and pay attention to what I’m doing.” 

You can tell yourself that, but in reality you know that any new deal could go sour just as easily as this one did.

Yeah, you can look suspiciously around at the others and think that perhaps someone else had their fingers in it and helped the deal go bad. But deep down inside, you know that it was ultimately your fault.

After all, it was you who made the deal. It was you who purchased it and therefore, it was you alone who was responsible. You know you should have checked it out more closely. You were the one who should have made sure you weren’t getting ripped off. Besides, wasn’t it you who told your spouse not to worry about it and that you would take care of it?

Your family had confidence in you and trusted you to do the right thing. They depended on you to come through for them, and now you’ve let them all down with your incompetence. You know you could have asked for advice before hand. You could have even let someone else look it over for you, but no. You thought you knew what you were doing and didn’t want anyone’s help. 

What is wrong with you? Are you so egotistical that you can’t ask for help, particularly with something as important as this? Just think about that while you look at the disappointed faces around you.

At least there won’t be any police knocking at your door. So I suppose it could be worse. There won’t even be any record of your mistake anywhere, and you can at least be thankful for that. In fact, the only ones who will ever know about your mistake are those of your family and any guests that you may have lurking about your home. That is as long as everyone remembers to keep their mouth shut.

You shouldn’t worry about those you made the deal with either. They certainly won’t tell anyone, even if they did know your deal went bad. In all likelihood though, they don’t. People like that make so many deals every day, they couldn’t possibly remember a single transaction. No matter how bad it was.

At any rate, here you are, with your family all around you, holding their coffee cups or bowls full of cereal, and there’s nothing left for you to do but dump the spoiled milk out in the sink. What are you going to tell them? Put water on their cereal?

Next time, just check the date on the milk before you buy it okay?

Written by  Ronnie j



From The Hospital Windows

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”