JUST ANOTHER DAY.

                                                          JUST ANOTHER DAY
  How could the deli be out of Rye Bread at 11am? It was just one more thing to upset his day. His alarm clock didn’t go off, he nicked his lip shaving that morning, plus there was no shampoo. He had to use body soap on his hair. Form the first lather to the rinse out, he worried how his hair was going to look. He always liked to look the best he could, weather it was on the golf course, in the office or just mowing the back yard.
  In the kitchen he broke his coffee mug, the one his mother gave him when he started his new job as a security guard at the new high-rise hotel. He was to be there in an hour. He liked to be there a little early just to go over which rooms were occupied, so he would walk those floors the most. He liked to be seen. He personally thought he looked quite handsome in his uniform. Sometimes other hotel workers kidded him about getting a cut on his creases, because they were so sharp. They even acted like they were checking their reflection on his shoes, they were that high polished.
  Like he said, “he liked to look his best.” He locked the garage door and got onto his bike and set off. He didn’t even get to the end of the driveway, when his bike chain came off. This meant that he would have to get down on his knees and get his pants legs dirty. Back into the garage, on the back shelf there were some rags and old newspapers. He was afraid of the newspaper, maybe because the newspapers might get newsprint on his pants. Rags may have been used already. He reached into the dryer and pulled out one of his mom’s bath towels .When he was done he would just put into the dirty laundry basket and she {mother} would never know. He set the towel on the ground and proceeded to fix his chain. His finger got caught between the sprocket and the chain. It had broken the skin, and now he was bleeding.  “Dang!” Back into the house, clean up, change his shirt and a bandage for his finger. He was finally on his way again.
   He arrived at the deli; where he always got his dinner break Ham on Rye sandwich.
“All out of Rye Bread.” The girl who always made his sandwich told him.
“What no Rye Bread, how could that be at 11 o’clock in the morning and you are already out of Rye Bread! You  make your own bread, don’t you?”
“Yes we do, but they had a major oven break down, so they didn’t get enough made, we have plenty of Pumpernickel Bread left and that is good with Ham.”
“Pumpernickel! No thank you!" Out the door he went. Now what was he going to have to eat for dinner break? Wow this really sucked.
   He pushed his bike along the side walk, because the chain had come off the sprocket again .2 blocks before the hotel there was a Quick Stop Gas and Grub store. He thought that he might as well take a peek inside .If they had nothing else then a soda and a jerky stick, which at this point he would be ahead of the game. He took his bike chain and locked up his bike, the way this day was going, ride able or not he didn’t want his bike stolen. He stepped into the store and the bell above the door jangled.
  There were three people already inside the store and all three heads turned to look at him. He noticed that the women had her hands up and that she was crying, the cashier was saying something like “Ok, Ok, Mister!” The other guy pointed at him and yelled, “NOT TODAY PIG!” He saw a flash of light and heard a car backfire, and then he felt a searing pain.

 How could the deli be out of Rye Bread at 11am , It was just one more thing to upset his day……….

                  Fatal Shooting At The Quick Gas And Grub.
  A young security guard at the local Hotel was shot and killed after walking in on a robbery in progress. John P. Reading shot and killed Craig Smithson after Smithson walked into the Quick stop. Reading told the local police, “Man I didn’t know that he wasn’t a real cop and that he didn’t have a gun, I wouldn’t have pulled the trigger.” Craig Smithson was pronounced dead at the scene. 
      
       Back into the garage, on the back shelf there were some rags and old newspapers. He was afraid of the newspaper.........