Story 541: I Thought Memorial Day Was for Summer Barbecues?

            (On the phone)

Friend 1: Hey, what’s up?

Friend 2: Hi, just checking: do you have Memorial Day off this year?

Friend 1: Yes!  For the first time in almost 10 years, work finally didn’t schedule me on the most beloved of three-day weekends.  Of course, the one time it happened, it doesn’t matter: holiday’s ruined before it even started.

Friend 2: How so?

Friend 1: Well, my family was going to have an outdoor barbecue with the pool and the volleyball and the cornhole and the fireworks and everything and it was going to be awesome, but the forecast is calling for torrential downpours that day and we can’t do any of that stuff inside so they called it off and now I’m depressed.

Friend 2: Oh.  I actually was checking if you’d like to go to the parade with me that day, and since they’re having it rain or shine it seems you’re now available for it.

Friend 1: …Parade?

Friend 2: Yes, the Memorial Day parade our town’s having.

Friend 1: ….             

Friend 2: It takes over Main Street for three hours every year – surely you’re at least aware of that?

Friend 1: …Vaguely.

Friend 2: You do know what Memorial Day is about, don’t you?!

Friend 1: …Vaguely.

Friend 2: I’ll pick you up at 9:30 that morning – good-bye.  (Ends the call)

Friend 1: (Lowers the phone and stares into the middle distance) …Our town has a Main Street?

MEMORIAL DAY

(In a steady rainfall, Friend 1 and Friend 2 are wearing raincoats and waving small American flags while standing with others lining the sidewalks of Main Street, watching the floats and musicians parade by and speeches made on a covered dais)

Friend 1: (To Friend 2 during a brief break in the festivities) You know, I’m glad you dragged me out here super early on my day off – seeing all the active service members, veterans, and their families, and listening about how much they’ve sacrificed for our freedom and safety really makes me appreciate all the good things in my life and want to hug everyone here.

Friend 2: Glad to hear it.  Sorry you didn’t get to also go to your barbecue.

Friend1: (Shrugs) I suppose there’s always next year, but work’ll probably come to their senses and go back to scheduling me that day again.  (They watch the parade resume and start waving their flags again) I wish I’d been more aware of all this earlier in my life.  Did you know that all of May is National Military Appreciation Month?

Friend 2: (Freezes in mid-flag wave) I… never knew that.  How could I have not have known that?!

Friend 1: (Waves the flag self-satisfiedly) Guess you just learn something new every day, huh.

Friend 2: (Purses lips while waving the flag) How about you never bring that up again, and I’ll never bring up the fact that until last week you thought that Memorial Day existed just so you could go to a barbecue?

Friend 1: Sounds reasonable.

Story 480: Petty Sacrifice Is Good for the Soul

“So, are you giving up anything for Lent this year?”

“I take it you’re asking only to tell me what you’re giving up.”

“Yes.  So, what’re you giving up this year?”

“I figured not having cookies for a month-and-a-half should do me and my blood sugar levels some good; how about – ”

“Ha!  How petty, how small, how insignificant of an abstention!”

“Ew.  What’s your lofty sacrifice then?”

“Smoking.  All for the noble cause of personal and public health!”

“Buuuuuuuut you don’t smoke.”

“And I especially won’t for a month-and-a-half.”

“Cheat.”

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 “What’re you giving up for Lent this year?”

“Oh, you know, I haven’t decided yet?  Last year I tried giving up those specialty drinks that I’d get from the drive-through, but then I found myself sneaking in stuff from the supermarket that were pretty much the same thing, so I feel like I’m just setting myself up for failure in this whole scenario, but maybe I’ll give up bubblegum this time instead, what about you?”

“Figured I’d give up late-night TV shows and actually go to bed at a decent hour.”

“I thought that was your New Year’s Resolution?”

“Eh, close enough to New Year’s, right?”

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             “Giving up anything for Lent this year?”

“I give up enough in my daily life!  I work two jobs taking care of sick people and then go home to take care of dependent children and their pets – I think I’ve sacrificed enough in my life that I can get a pass on Lent, don’t you agree?!”

“Yes, I’d say so.”

“As I thought!  So, what’re you giving up?”

“Popcorn.”

“Well done.”

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             “Hey, so are you giving up anything for Lent this year?”

“Yeah, &@#*ing swearing.”

“Let me know how that turns out.”

“&@#* yeah!”

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 “Just wanted to let you know that I’m giving up dealing with jerks for Lent.”

“Oh, OK; good for you!”

“Thanks.  So, see you after Easter.”

“…Hey!”

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 “I’ve got it: for Lent this year, I’m giving up all that time watching movies and shows and sports and just really focus on me instead.  Starting with buying myself a new car.”

“Oh.  Why don’t you spend some of that extra time and money helping other people, then?  That’s kind of the point.”

“I thought the point was to make myself better?”

“In a way, but this time of year the intention is also to help others – a bit more than you’re supposed to the rest of the year.

“But I still don’t see how that’s helping me!”

“Whoosh!”

“Huh?”

“There goes the point – sailing right over your head.”