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.