Supposed To

That night Brat Boy, Dr. Deb, and I were watching a movie.  Brat Boy said he was supposed to meet his friend SemiColin later.

“Aren’t you supposed to clean your room tonight?” Dr. Deb asked. Whenever I opened Brat Boy’s door, I half expected to see a landfill, complete with bulldozers moving piles of trash, rats scurrying about, and gulls overhead looking for fresh garbage to pick at.

Brat Boy shook his head, “March Madness was supposed to start soon. It’s been canceled.  Mom, you gotta accept things don’t always work out the way they’re supposed to.”

He had a point. Things don’t always work out the way they’re supposed to. Getting upset about it didn’t help.

While he had a point, Dr. Deb had the glare, that look mothers have that frightens even grown children into doing what they’re supposed to. Brat Boy cleaned his room.

Today I will accept things don’t always work out the way they’re supposed to.

Jury Duty © 2020 by Ken Montrose

Jury Duty is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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