But anyways, the elderly man decided that he didn’t like the fact that I was on my phone. Mind you, I was NOT talking on my phone I was just looking at my grades online for my school. He loudly told his wife that if she ever started looking at her phone that much that he would leave her and that he would never take her out to eat if she checked her phone that much or looked down at it constantly. He then continued to gripe to his wife who didn’t respond but just quietly nodded to him after every gripe and complaint that he made to her. He continued to gripe about how rude it is to be staring at the phone all the time, etc.
Okay, so I was at school one day I was sick and tired of being bullied. Every day I would come to school and people would just start picking on me and saying mean things to me that hurt my feelings. I didn’t tell them that because they would just keep doing the same thing and then it will be worse. So I just suffered in silence. Until one day I had enough. After school, I hurried and rode the bus home. I was home alone because my mom was at work so I went into the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of pills. I was about to shove them down my throat when my phone rang. It was one of my guy friends. He told me he loves me so much and doesn’t want anything to happen to me. So soon as he said that I put the pills back in the bottle and cried happy tears. He also told me there are people out there that care about me.
My bedroom was at the end of the hall on the second floor. With mono, just walking down the stairs was exhausting, so I ended up spending an inordinate amount of time in my room. My sleeping patterns were all screwy — I’d sleep a lot during the day, and then find myself unable to sleep at night. So I read a lot. My Mom arranged a reading light on my headboard, so I could read well into the night. The cord from the lamp went up the wall, and across the ceiling to the plug in the light fixture in the center of the ceiling. Every night, as I lay there reading, the entire house — from foundation to the attic above me — just shuddered. I could hear the house creaking during the shudders. Sometimes, it shuddered only once; other times it would shudder a few times, widely spaced apart.
I asked my Mom about the shudder, whether she’d felt it or not — she hadn’t felt it and dismissed it as probably being the log trucks going down the road across the river. I never bought that one as log trucks weren’t operating in the middle of the night, and during the day one could never feel the house shudder when whole fleets of trucks went down that road. Besides, our house was on one side of the Clackamas River, and the river road was on the other — maybe 300 yards away, or more. Anyway, one night as I was lying there reading, the house shuddered. I watched that light cord on my ceiling gently sway when the shudder happened. (It didn’t do that during log truck trips down the river.) I put the book down, and said, out loud, “Okay, you old ghost. If you’re there, just shake this house three times right now.”
The first was Rick B. I was a rookie at the time, and was put with this guy with a 52 chest and 3 head. Big and stupid. Thought he was funny, and would crack jokes that were unworthy of a kindergarten comedian. We got a call one night of a possible gunshot near Chinook Center in Calgary. Probably just a backfire from a car. Maybe a firecracker. He was driving at the time. He stopped right out in the open under a light in the parking lot (good for being inconspicuous and awesome cover from fire, being all lit up with nowhere to go). He reached back into his briefcase, and brought out a short, folding 12 gauge shotgun.
I was very close to saying that it was none of his business what I was doing on my phone since it wasn’t hurting him and that he could look the other way but I did not. I simply looked straight at him and gave him a look saying basically that I could hear him (and so could everyone else in the restaurant). He decided to stop griping about me and my phone at that time and soon my food came and I did put my phone up when my food arrived. It wasn’t the rudest thing that had ever happened at a restaurant but I certainly felt bad for the wife that she had probably been married to that angry, miserable man that griped and complained about one thing after another in the restaurant that day even though not one thing affected him personally. He just wanted to gripe and be miserable.