Good Reason Not To Expose One's Self In Public
Its been an interesting 24 hours, to say the least.
A co-worker of mine, who was working my old shift when I first started at Circle K *gag*, got himself into some big trouble last night. Supposedly, he had been talking to a female customer about some stuff, and somewhere along the way, he'd gone off to the side with her and exposed himself to her. She called the police from there. This is where I get involved. The police had called me from my work and asked me if I had access to the survelence *sp?* equipment, which I did. They told me the allegations, so I helped out in whatever way I could. I ended up working a couple of hours last night as my co-worker went to give his side of the story at the police department. He came back and was in some pretty good disbelief. Turns out, as his shift ended, the police waited for him outside and I guess they took him into custody...I don't know, details are a little fuzzy. And as far as I'm concerned, that story is over with from my standpoint.
Now for a little something that happened tonight that helped me to remember the good things in life...
A couple had come into the store and gotten a couple of newspapers...they asked me how I was doing and I said I could have been better...then it started.
They looked through the paper and went to the obituaries, and pointed out the name of a 40 year old woman who had passed away. She was the man's ex-wife. He was still very good friends with her and her husband, and he was pretty shook up over it, but was being strong about it. The circumstances behind the woman's death are heartbreaking...she was in the middle of giving birth to a daughter, and somehow the ambionic fluid got into her blood stream, and it was fatal. The baby lived, and the man said that the baby was about to be taken off the respirator. He said he was going to move in with the family to help take care of the kids...I didn't know what to say, but I do remember the feeling of losing someone. What he told me struck some chords in me, and helped me realize, once again, that I need to take time to enjoy life instead of complaining about how rude some people are or how thoughtless some may be.
Its amazing how quickly life can be taken...and how indescriminatory it is to who loses it. I remember the man only by the name of David...and I wished him the best...there wasn't much else I could do.
Life is scary at times...this was one of those times for a small group of people on this big ol' rock we call Earth.
A co-worker of mine, who was working my old shift when I first started at Circle K *gag*, got himself into some big trouble last night. Supposedly, he had been talking to a female customer about some stuff, and somewhere along the way, he'd gone off to the side with her and exposed himself to her. She called the police from there. This is where I get involved. The police had called me from my work and asked me if I had access to the survelence *sp?* equipment, which I did. They told me the allegations, so I helped out in whatever way I could. I ended up working a couple of hours last night as my co-worker went to give his side of the story at the police department. He came back and was in some pretty good disbelief. Turns out, as his shift ended, the police waited for him outside and I guess they took him into custody...I don't know, details are a little fuzzy. And as far as I'm concerned, that story is over with from my standpoint.
Now for a little something that happened tonight that helped me to remember the good things in life...
A couple had come into the store and gotten a couple of newspapers...they asked me how I was doing and I said I could have been better...then it started.
They looked through the paper and went to the obituaries, and pointed out the name of a 40 year old woman who had passed away. She was the man's ex-wife. He was still very good friends with her and her husband, and he was pretty shook up over it, but was being strong about it. The circumstances behind the woman's death are heartbreaking...she was in the middle of giving birth to a daughter, and somehow the ambionic fluid got into her blood stream, and it was fatal. The baby lived, and the man said that the baby was about to be taken off the respirator. He said he was going to move in with the family to help take care of the kids...I didn't know what to say, but I do remember the feeling of losing someone. What he told me struck some chords in me, and helped me realize, once again, that I need to take time to enjoy life instead of complaining about how rude some people are or how thoughtless some may be.
Its amazing how quickly life can be taken...and how indescriminatory it is to who loses it. I remember the man only by the name of David...and I wished him the best...there wasn't much else I could do.
Life is scary at times...this was one of those times for a small group of people on this big ol' rock we call Earth.