It Was One of Those Weeks (standard:humor, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 19 2019	Views/Reads: 1139/888	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My desire is not to let the words of fools frustrate me, but to nourish my mind and soul on the wisdom of God.

At my stage in life, I have experienced a gazillion weeks. I thought
about actually counting how many weeks I have lived, but I don't have 
that many fingers or toes. It doesn't matter how many weeks it is. 

I have lived enough weeks to know, when you think you have experienced
everything there is to experience, then another week shows itself. No 
matter how bad a week can be another week can always be worse. 

On the other side, no matter how good a week can be, another week can be
better. 

I do have one complaint this week. Who was that knucklehead that
invented the telephone? I would like to call him and give him a piece 
of my mind if I have any pieces left. 

(Does anybody write letters anymore?) 

Imagine how quiet my life would be if nobody could call me? 

The telephone was one thing, now we have these sophisticated gadgets
called cell phones. I know why they're called “cell” phones. Simply, 
because they are contemporary prisons and we are imprisoned for life. 

Don't let this get around, there are days that I “forget” my cell phone
and leave it at home. I must confess they are wonderful days of 
quietness and serenity. To have a whole day when nobody can get a hold 
of you has to be a day in paradise. 

This week has been one of those weeks that certainly qualifies for the
prize for being the most aggravating week in my life. There may not be 
cell phones in heaven, but I'm pretty certain there are cell phones in 
that “other place.” 

It all started on Monday morning. That's when the week starts and my
week took off this Monday morning. I start every week with a positive 
expectation. It doesn't last long but at least I start that way. 

I was going out the door to go to the office when the Gracious Mistress
of the Parsonage said, “Do you have your phone with you?” 

One of the things I have learned during my matrimonial adventure is not
to lie, especially to my wife. I don't know what it is about wives, but 
they can smell a lie five hours before you tell it. At least that's 
what happens at my house. 

“Oh no,” I said. Then I went, got my cell phone and left for the office.


I didn't turn the phone on until I got to my office and was getting
situated to begin my week's work. As soon as I set down the phone 
started ringing. That may be why they call it a smartphone. 

It was one of those telemarketing calls that I get all the time. My
memory isn't what it used to be, I know, but I cannot remember one call 
that I answered that had anything good about it. I think if I had a 
good call, I would remember it. 

Two times a day this past week I received that call that somebody in our
house had a hearing problem. To be honest, my problem is not hearing, 
but rather listening. 

I can hear everything the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage says, but
most of the time I'm not listening. I wonder if they have some kind of 
a solution for that. 

Obviously, the company calling has a hearing problem or is it a
listening problem, because they have been calling every day. 

A similar call has been concerning the fact that someone in our house
has a pain problem. 

If only there was a real person talking that I could talk back to and
say the only real pain problem I have is with somebody like you calling 
me. But it's a recorded call and I can't respond to it. 



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