The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “excuse.”
I made an excuse once.
It was a Wednesday, a day like so many others but a day where I found reason to find an excuse.
You see most days I take responsibility for all I do. I’m that sort of guy. I’ve won medals for my outstanding responsibility. Once in 1998 the Medal for Responsible Decision Making was awarded to me. It’s a blue medal with a rampant kangaroo, the sort of medal you initially think is a mistake until you place it round your neck and feel the warmth of responsibility wash over you.
But I digress; the issue of an excuse arose one Wednesday as I said earlier.
It was early. Very early. I wasn’t as awake as I usually was. I’m always an awake sort of man. It was the mailman’s fault. Had he been on time, his usual delivery was before six in the morning, nothing of this incident would have happened and no excuses would have been forthcoming.
But no, I had to wait. And wait. Patience is not my strongest virtue no matter what you may think of me.
Waiting raises my ire. Its an ire not many want to endure. So when he did arrive and delivered me my power bill instead of my anticipated Christmas card I lost it. I’m not proud of it but I just lost it.
I called him names, I kicked his bike, I threw the power bill on the ground. He looked dumbfounded, who wouldn’t I ask you.
Hours later the mail supervisor was at my front door asking questions. I said it was all his fault. My behaviour was all his fault. I was still feeling aggrieved.
He listened and then handed me a form.
It was for my own post box at the Post Office.
My excuse had brought me shame.
So with post box key in hand off I go to trudge my way through the town and accusing looks to collect my own mail. Maybe my Christmas card has arrived today.
Written for: http://lindaghill.com/2014/12/19/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-december-1914/
Morpethroad 
Ha, I did not expect this!
Thank you so much for reading this and your comment.
Have a Merry Christmas.
What a wonderful yet thought provoking entries. There is this set of people – stewards, housekeeping, call center executives or clearly the mailman who bear the brunt because they are just are the convenient guinea pigs. A little bit of empathy is required.
Thank you praj for reading and your comment. I agree from time to time we should try and see the world from some one else’s perspective.
Have a Merry Christmas.
if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime… Guilty of grumpy pants, your punishment is to keep on trudging lol
There is a touch of truth on your comment Jenny. Hummmm thanks for giving me more to think about.
You’re welcome 😊
Great story! Yep. No excuse for bad behavior. I wish I could make passengers who behave badly do a bit of “trudging” too!
Well in your case it could be an almost permanent trudge. If not fatal. Thanks so much for stopping by.
It’s always a pleasure to “stop by” 🙂
LOL Michael, poor postie. I wonder how often that really happens. I remember when I was a kid, our postie, whose name for some reason was “Crunch,” always spent Christmas week in a permanently inebriated condition. That was back in the days where you always gave your postman a present, or invited him in for a Christmas drink. By the time he reached our street, four of the local kids always ended up helping him make the rest of his deliveries. These days, the most you can do is give them a Christmas card and a scratchy ticket.
Well you have my applause for being brave enough to share this! Thanks for participating!
Thank you Leigh. My apologies for not addressing you in posting my effort. In future I shall read the prompt more closely.
OH, no worries at all! I am just making an effort to responsibly follow up on all the pingbacks :-).