Fawlty Showers
Listen Up
The woman’s name was Margaret. She was fortyish, blonde, too
thin, and starting to gray. There was tenseness
about her that made me wonder if she wasn’t shaking inside.
“What do I have to do next?” Margaret asked. “This is my
first AA meeting.”
Stanley, a battered, scarred man in his 90s with a road map
of broken blood vessels on his bulbous nose wiggled his uni-brow and said, “Try
not to stare at me, I’m more than just eye-candy.”
His friend Talmadge said, “Make snarky remarks about The
Preacher until the meeting starts.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ignore them. Sit relax. It’s a speaker
meeting tonight.”
Stanley smiled. “Missy, all you got to do for the next hour
is listen for something you can use. Take that something home, think about it,
decide how it can help you.”
Talmadge nodded his head in agreement. “The trick is to find
the nugget in the ore. It’s usually there, but you gotta really listen.”
Today I will listen.
Fawlty Showers is
a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might
know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken Montrose are available at:
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www.greenbriartraining.com
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https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001K8MG0S
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