The Business Man

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A business man has makes a realization.

Submitted: May 04, 2010

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The business man woke that morning with a terrible headache. Rain drops tapped against his bedroom window, and they bugged the hell out of him. Morning sun tried to break into the bedroom through his silk curtains, but it remained dark inside. The business man stood into his fur slippers and shuffled to the oak door.
It was cold in the hallway, then colder in the stairwell, and freezing in the dining room. By the time the business man got to the kitchen, he was exhaling fog. He was used to it though; he considered it a waste to feel warm.
His cheating wife always complained over the cold, but he would just feed her money to shut her up. He saw no difference between a guinea pig, and his wife.
The business man looked at the granite counter top and saw a scribbled note. “I want a divorce.” It said, “This is the last pot of coffee I will ever make for you, enjoy.” Next to the note was a pot of cold, dark coffee. He pored himself some of it into an old Worlds Best Dad mug and swallowed some aspirin with it.
A couple of hours later, the business man was on the road in his silver Mercedes. The morning sun was still trying to pry its way through the clouds, only giving off a few beams of light.
The headache was still with the business man, and it was getting worse. His hands started to shake with pain, and his teeth began to chatter. His thick blazer did nothing to keep his cold body warm.
When he got closer to downtown, there had been an accident at a four way intersection. Traffic just stopped. Disgusted, the business man got out of his Mercedes, and just started to walk. He could handle the icy air, and pelting ice chips stabbing at his face. The headache was getting to him though. His stomach started to hurt, and all light and sounds made it worse.
The business man was only a block away from his building when the homeless man stepped in front of him. The homeless man asked kindly for some help. Crying in pain, the business man just wanted to pass, so he ignored the homeless man and just kept walking. The homeless man wouldn’t take no for an answer though, and he grabbed the business man.
Jogging down the street was an off duty cop. He was young, and getting his morning jog in when he saw the homeless man grab and throw the business man against the brick wall.
“Stop!” screamed the cop. He ran and pulled off the homeless man away from the business man. The homeless man was able to get what he wanted, and ran off into the Sunlit distance.
“Are you ok, dad?” said the cop to the business man. The business man stood up and felt the warm sun hit his face and chest. His headache was gone, along with his blazer.
“I’m ok now.”
 
 


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