94. I’d Rather Be Me
I hit an AA meeting on my way home. Roy was there with RuhRoh.
“Where’s Street Sign?” I asked.
“He couldn’t make it,” Roy said. “He asked me to take RuhRoh in his place.” The dog’s tail wagged at the mention of his own name.
Just then Sarah’s son walked in, court slip in hand. I watched as he poured himself coffee, spilling a little, not wiping it up. He walked past several people without so much as a wave.
“I need my slip signed for the judge,” he said to me.
“I guessed as much,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t be at an AA meeting unless he was in legal trouble. I pointed to the woman chairing the meeting. He walked away, stepping around RuhRoh. I saw him interrupt the chairwoman’s conversation, handing her his slip.
Roy said, “What a jackass!” He shook his head and looked me in the eye. “I was that guy a couple of months ago, wasn’t I?” I nodded. “Glad I’m not him anymore.”
Today I’ll make a list of people I’m grateful I’m not.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
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