Based on the events of this weekend, I have decided to have a guest writer. His name is Jeff and this is his story.
Today began like any other day. I woke up with the sun and hunger pangs. I licked my lips a few times and noticed an overwhelming thirst beginning to well within me. Each day is spent trying to subdue these two beasts. The last few days have been worse with the temperature soaring above 100 degrees.
My morning searches were hit or miss. I found some food scraps behind the IHOP and I found some bottles at the Shell station that were half-full. As the afternoon began, I found myself walking through a park. I remember when I used to sit in a park just like this one. I enjoyed listening to the leaves rustle in the wind and the laughter of children as they played. Today was not so carefree. I was focused and single minded. I was thirsty.
While walking through the park, I spotted my prize. A trash can overflowing with take out bags and cups. As I drew closer, I noticed a truck sitting close by. Well, I noticed the truck at first but what caught my attention was the man inside. He was wearing some kind of uniform. He must have been on his lunch break. He was reading some book when he looked up slightly startled. I guess the crunch of leaves alerted him to my presence. I did not make eye contact. I feel no shame in my position but I have grown tired of the looks of trepidation or disgust at my presence.
I found the trash can bulging from the refuse inside. I rummaged around for a few moments. I came across a half-full lemonade bottle . People just waste too much. I could feel eyes on my back attempting to stare through me. They were full of disgust that I would drink from the trash. I didn’t have to turn around to see the look in his eyes. Years of experience had taught me this disappointing truth.
Not once did this man speak up. No offers for pocket change or to buy me something to drink. He didn’t try to shove one of those bible booklets in my face and tell me that his Jesus could fix all my problems. Nothing. He simply sat there staring and then went back to reading. I couldn’t find anything else salvageable so it was time to move on. As I walked back across that open field, I felt those eyes follow me. A question came to mind, “I wonder what was going on in his head?”
I was the man in the truck. There was no discourse between us. I simply sat there out of disbelief, fear, and passivity. I do not know Jeff’s real name. I do not know his story. I do not know why this encounter haunts me. The one thing I do know. He was thirsty.
When you go to a restaurant by yourself you can either take something with you or you can find something in the restaurant to occupy your time. Restaurants are full of people having conversations and it is hard not overhear some of the conversations. One young family entertained me the whole evening. It was a husband and wife with their young son. The couple were in their early 20s and the boy was probably three or four. He was being a typical boy and squirming in his chair and running around the table.
The first episode occurred after the waitress brought out the drinks. I was working on some notes when I heard a small commotion. I glanced over and noticed the son had spilled his drink. There were two different responses from the parents. The mother over-reacted and couldn’t believe her son would be careless enough to spill his drink. The father simply looked at him and then got him out of the chair. Since the boy was covered in soda, the father took his son to the restroom.
The next interesting episode occurred a few minutes later. The two returned to the table with the father laughing. He relates the story that as they entered the restroom his son noticed the light switch. “What does this do,” he asked his father as he switched it off. The father went on to tell that as the room went pitch black he heard a man from one of the stalls yell out. At this point, a horrified look appeared on the mother’s face. She asked her son if this is what he did. The boy just smiled devilishly and shook his head. His father laughed the entire time. The mother shot her husband a look as if to say, “Don’t encourage this type of behavior.”
I came away from the episode with a few observations. One, the father had not grown up yet. When the waitress came out with a rag after the soda was spilled, the father simply stepped out of the way instead of taking the rag to clean up the mess himself. Also, in regards to the light switch incident, he shouldn’t have shown so much enjoyment out of the story in front of his son. Granted, it was a funny story but he should have waited to laugh with his wife about it later. The father’s actions had a direct link to the mother’s reactions. Because the father was being passive in just these small ways, she over-reacted and came off as the mother that wouldn’t allow any fun.
It just shows that in a relationship, when one person is not fulfilling their role, things go wrong. Many times the other person will take over both sets of responsibilities, because they don’t want things to fail. So one person is doing all the work and the resentment shows up in their actions and words. Sadly, this will fester for years and will lead to dysfunctional and even broken marriages and families.