23. No Offense Taken
It took me five seconds to understand why the new guy
was nicknamed “Tigger.” He bounced into my office at 7:45 a.m. Group didn’t
start until 9:00. Sticking out his hand,
he said I must be the writer guy, did I write Hauling it to the Curb, he liked the book, but thought it needed
more sex and violence. Before I could
respond, he snatched a picture of my kids from my desk, said my teenage
daughter was really, really pretty, she must have a lot of boyfriends, I should
keep an eye on her. According to Tigger my son didn’t look like me, not at all,
nope. He asked me how much money I made,
and suggested I get some of the gray taken out of my hair. He told me how much
he enjoyed Hauling. He hoped I would write a follow-up, but
instead of describing a normal couple in recovery, I should make the main
characters vampires.
It was then I realized he meant no harm, and he had no
intention of annoying me. He was just
someone a little manic with no filters.
I shook his hand and said, “Thanks, I’ll run the ‘vampires in recovery’
idea by The Boss, see what she thinks.”
Today I won’t take offense if no offense was meant.
Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a
reminder: Writing My New Story is a
work of fiction. Any resemblance to
anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)
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