IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?
I love starting a day off with my coffee. It's a time of quiet, relaxation, and reflection. I sip the coffee slowly while my mind can adjust to a new day. I say my morning prayers. Nothing real deep, just prayers of thanks, gratitude, and asking for guidance and blessings as I make it through the day. And too, offering up safe and healthy thoughts for those in my life.
I love going to breakfast some mornings for my coffee too. I'm okay going alone and just watching the happenings in a restaurant while I enjoy each sip of coffee, and a refill or two. If it's possible, I really enjoy being joined by a friend or friends to bring in a new day too. The random banter back and forth is fun. Just back and fourth banter, but a feel good conversation. Yes I enjoy that.
Yesterday morning I started my day off with my coffee, breakfast, and a friend. But wait a minute, it wasn't enjoyable! I don't know Rick well, and sadly, after the breakfast was done, I actually said to myself, "I'm not doing this again with him". Yea this is sad! For over an hour, I literally listened to Rick complain about everything. The food wasn't right, the coffee was cold, the help wasn't sufficient, the portions of food were poor, they didn't make it right. All of these things were HIS issues, I had NONE.
My food was great, my coffee (poured from the same pot as his) was hot and really good. The portions on my plate were not only plenty, but even a little bit too much. Our server was very friendly and perky and efficient.
Every word that came out of his mouth was negative. I kept asking myself, "Why did he even go to breakfast if his mood and outlook on apparently everything was sour? I also wondered why he chose me to be part of his misery? What was most obvious was that there would have been nothing that I could have said or added that would have made him be even a little happy.
LOL, as my ears listened to him show discontent for everything, I found myself recalling the old saying, "He'd complain if he were hung with a new rope". I was certain that phrase was certainly coined for Rick.
When my sentence, I mean my time with him was up, we said our good-byes and I got in my car quickly, with only one thought crossing my mind. The next time he wants to go to breakfast, I'm going to decline because I'll have a colonoscopy scheduled that day, it will be a breeze. As I drove away, I asked God to bless him.
George Schire
Oakdale, Minnesota