How to be Professional

Fueled by rage, anger, and pain; I put the truck in reverse and quickly try to back out of the spot. My feet moved too fast, I killed the engine. This only put more coal on the fire that was burning inside of me. I could feel the hate flow through my body. I needed to unload on somebody...Anybody. Not the one that started this fire, not her. But a catalyst.

The truck started with ease and pulled out of the spot quickly. Determined not to stall, I peeled out and sped quickly down the main street. Shouts of "slow down" and "that guy is crazy" came at me in the little white truck. I was focused on one person.

I got to the center and parked with the engine running, I knew I'd only be a second. I walked into the office with a big smile and hello. I see the doctor, one of many that raise my blood pressure. I shake his hand with a grin knowing exactly what will happen next. "Hello Doctor, I just wanted to come in and tell you; that you are a horrible person. You make life difficult for everybody around you. I can't wait for you to leave and then I will have nothing to do with you ever again. I just wanted to tell you that."

"But, wait, can I ask you somethin..."

"No, I'll see you on the 15th" 15th is the day he leaves, a day that will bring music, children laughing, confetti, and joyus trumpets.

As I turned to leave, I catch the secretary/wife sitting there with her jaw wide open; as if somebody had just defecated on her husbands lap. Maybe I should have...