Tonight I went to the little convenience store in town and I overheard a fireman heckling one of the highway department guys. “So, how many times did you drive by the dead guy in the truck last weekend?”
Silence while everyone did the open-mouthed stare, then a chorus of, “Ewww!” from everyone in line to check out.
I worry that this will be my fate…dead for days without anyone noticing. Sometimes people treat me as if I’m invisible, such as when I greet a table and they don’t even acknowedge I’m there. Or when people ram into me at Wal-Mart; no not my cart, me.
Recently, I had a dream that I was vacuuming my living room and I heard a noise behind me. I turned to see the Grim Reaper.
I said, “Shit” and went back to vacuuming, cussing my luck that I would die while doing something so mundane. Granted, vacuuming my carpet is a rare occurance, but it’s hardly glorious. I want to go out in a blaze of glory, something that will make people say, “Holy shit!” Passing peacefully in my sleep is acceptable, but certainly not in a truck beside the road or while cleaning my house.