Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Story 252: Kayaking as a Compatibility Test


            Host: Welcome, friends, to today’s installment of Are You Meant for Each Other, or Is This All Just a Waste of Time?  The premise is simple: sure, you two have fun going to the bar; you have a ball at the multiplex; you feel the magic in the air at the local rave; but, do you have what it takes for the long haul in the unforgiving decathlon that is called “Life”?  In previous episodes, we have tossed couples into the jaws of every conceivable trial that involves some form of teamwork: we have had them mountain climbing; we have had them tandem biking; we have had them selling solar panel installations door-to-door; this time, my friends, we have three couples whose compatibility, physical endurance, and ability to follow directions will be put to the ultimate test as they embark upon: tandem kayaking in gentle waters.
            Tour Guide: (In a solo kayak, at rest in a creek surrounded by marshland) During the summer, I take tourists out to see the osprey nests and the overgrown railroad tracks and all the docked yachts nobody can afford; most of them go in solo kayaks `cause it’s, you know, easier.  This should be interesting.  (Leads the three couples in their tandem kayaks away from the dock and into the creek)
            Host: (Standing at the edge of the dock) And they’re off, happy as the clams you find in out in the bay, each secure in the knowledge of their love and the sense of their own physical fitness.
            Tour Guide: (To the three couples) So first, I’m going to take all y’all through the creek and give you a few nature lessons that are sorely needed.  (Couple 1 begin turning too far to the left) Just stick your paddle in the water and push forward like I showed you earlier.  (The paddle is dropped into the water)
            Host: (Standing on a paddle board) There you have it: already there appears to be trouble in paradise as the rear paddler attempts to whack the front paddler upside the head and also drops their paddle into the drink.  Fortunately for our budget, the water here has a depth of 5 feet.
            (Couple 2 crash into the Tour Guide’s kayak)
            Host: And there it is, our first collision – thankfully, all participants remain inside their vessels and the drenching is mild.  Up ahead, Couple 3 appear to be doing extremely well with excellent form, nice synchronous movements – it is almost as if they are in the disgusting mushy stage of the relationship where they practically read other’s thoughts.  Let’s throw a few obstacles at them, shall we?
            (Couple 3 smoothly round a bend and come upon a swarm of paddle boarders, other random kayakers, and a few inner-tubers)
            Host: Here we are, folks, our first true test of this promising couple’s future.  Will they be able to navigate around these thoughtless faux surfers, aqua adventurers, and extreme yoga enthusiasts, and emerge at the other side still able to speak to one another, or will they simply knock over all these clowns?
            (Couple 3 swing to the far right to go around the group and accidentally beach themselves on the marsh grass)
            Host: Oh no, and they were doing so well!  Plus now there’ll probably be a fine for marsh damage!  Let’s see if the cracks in the immaculate foundation of this previously contended crew have begun.  (Hops from the paddle board to a motorboat and putters over to them)  As we approach cautiously, we should be able to hear which one blames the other for this metaphorical catastrophe.
            (As the Host arrives, it is seen that Couple 3 are looking at the tiny crabs that had emerged from the disturbed marsh)
            Host: Hm, they appear to be appreciating this unexpected detour.  (Couple 3 laugh, then use the paddles to free themselves from the mud and continue on their way) And they have resumed their journey, in these waters and in their lives.  Now they’ve become uninteresting, let’s check in on how the others are doing, hm?
            (Motors back a bit and sees that Couple 1 are zigzagging their way through the creek as they overcompensate on each attempt to keep the kayak straight)
            Host: Progress is progress, I suppose.
            (Couple 2 have crashed through the other groups of water tourists, capsizing them and yelling at each other)
            Host: Oh dear.  (To someone off-camera) Does our insurance cover something like this?
            Tour Guide: (To all three Couples) All right, if you guys want you can follow me out into the harbor for the last half-hour of the tour.
            (Without a word to each other, Couple 1 jump out of their kayak, pick it up, and carry it over their heads back to the dock by walking through the shallow creek)
            Host: I suppose having the same idea counts for something.
            (Couple 2 stop dead in the water to argue for the rest of the show)
            Host: Seems about right.
            (Couple 3 continue paddling gracefully through the harbor, enjoying the scenery and not overtaxing themselves as they complete the tour)
            Host: Ah, there they go, as beautifully as a song.  I think these kids’ll make it.  (Turns back to the camera) Well, that’s all for today’s episode of AYMFEO,OITAJAWOT?  Thank you for joining us; please tune in next week when we take three new couples out on a HALO jump.  Until then, please enjoy the credits as we tow Couple 2 back to the dock and search for Couple 1, who seem to have made off with the gear.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Story 251: Repair Work Creates More Problems


            (Tenant, wearing pajamas and a robe, opens the front door to Contractor)
            Contractor: Hi there, the Landlord sent me over – you got a leak from the upstairs apartment that’s destroyed your bathroom ceiling?
           Tenant: (Sniffles) Yeah, thanks, come on in.  (Coughs very productively as they head over there) Sorry, I came home from work with the flu, and when I came in here to drown my head in the sink, I saw this.  (Flips on the bathroom light and points to the ceiling, which is sagging almost completely off the beams and has transformed to an unnatural shade of black)
            Contractor: Whoa.
            Tenant: (Sneezes) Yeah.  You think it’s mold?
            Contractor: I think it’s everything, but I can’t tell how much or how far it’s spread until I’ve done exploratory surgery on it.  Did they stop the leak upstairs?
            Tenant: Think so – they said they fixed it and I don’t hear water running 24/7 anymore, so that part should be all right.  You need anything from me right now to check it out?
            Contractor: Nope.  (Whips out a ladder and a tool chest) All set for the demolition; best not to come in here for the next half hour at least.
            Tenant: Good; I’m gonna go pass out in my room for a bit.
            Contractor: Sure thing, but it’ll get real noisy in here in a minute.
            Tenant: I’ll be dead to the world in 30 seconds.
            (Fifteen minutes later)
            Contractor: (Knocking on the bedroom door) Yoo-hoo!  Still alive in there?
            Tenant: (Slowly opens the door, looking even worse than before) Yup?
            Contractor: Hi there, can I show you something?
            Tenant: If it’s the bill, send it upstairs; I’m not paying a dime.
            Contractor: Ahahahahahaha – no, it’s something… unusual.
            Tenant: Don’t tell me there’s a family of cats or rats or bats up there?
            Contractor: Not exactly.
            (They climb the ladder and stick their heads through the gaping hole in the ceiling; Contractor shines a flashlight onto a spot in the corner)
            Tenant: (Squints) Those look like the Crown Jewels.
            Contractor: Yeppers.
          Tenant: Am I hallucinating?  I think that’s one of the side effects listed on the meds I was given.
            Contractor: Well I’m not taking them and I, too, see expensive-looking items there.  You don’t happen to remember stashing any loot up here, do you?
            Tenant: If I had stuff like that, I wouldn’t be living here.
           (The Upstairs Tenant is called to see the loot.  After descending the ladder, all three stare at the now-exposed ceiling)
           Upstairs Tenant: I think it’s obvious: since they were left under my floor, that clearly means they belong to me.
           Tenant: (Chokes for a few moments) Nah-uh!  They’re in my ceiling, so that clearly means they belong to me!  Not to mention your leak destroyed my ceiling in the first place, ergo they’re mine twice over!
            Upstairs Tenant: Actually, since it was my leak as you remind me every day, you would never have found these things if it wasn’t for me, ergo they’re mine twice over!  Plus I need some compensation for the inflated bill I’ll no doubt be sent.
          Tenant: What about the mold I’m breathing in that probably gave me the flu and is possibly now killing me as we speak?!
            Contractor: Oh, the mold’s contained; shouldn’t be an issue once I dump all this garbage.
            Tenant: But it could have been an issue!
           Upstairs Tenant: Any mold after you moved in here is yours, just as any valuables stashed in the space below my floor and above your ceiling are mine.
            Contractor: Guys, guys, let’s be reasonable.  Since I’m the one who the opened the ceiling and found these things in the first place, clearly they belong to me.
            Upstairs Tenant: In a pig’s eye!  They’re in my floor!
            Tenant: No they’re not, they’re in my ceiling!
            Contractor: Yeah, I think I’ll just take them; finders keepers and all that.  (Starts to ascend the ladder)
            Tenants: No!  (There is a scrum at the ladder as all three try to climb it simultaneously)
           Tenant: (Sneezing) There!  May you both get infected and only have last’s year vaccine, you thieves!
           (The front door slams open; the three freeze as an imposing figure enters the apartment and stops at the bathroom doorway)
            Landlord: Well, well, well.  Seems like I’ve got a tenant dispute on my hands.
            Upstairs Tenant: Back off, M’Lord, this is none of your concern!
          Landlord: Actually, since neither you own a square inch of this property and, heh, I do, anything found above, below, around, under, and in-between is mine.  (Effortlessly passes through the group, climbs the ladder, removes the jewels, and climbs back down) On an unrelated note, rent’s going up 25% next month.  (Hums tunelessly out the door)
            Tenant: (To Upstairs Tenant) You’re still paying for all this.  (Hacks up a lung)
            Upstairs Tenant: As long as you pay for the hospital bills I’m seeing in my future.
         Contractor: (Looking at phone) While you two sort it all out, I’ve had five other jobs that popped up and since we’re neither profiting off of found treasure or solving the mystery of how they even got up there, I’m off to make some real money.  (Leaves)
         Tenant: Hey!  There’s still a hole in my ceiling!  I don’t want to hear this one (Points to Upstairs Tenant) every time they’re in there!
           Upstairs Tenant: How did that stuff get up there, anyway?
           Tenant: I’m thinking the less we know, the better.  What if whoever put them there comes back looking for them?
           
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Thursday, August 9, 2018

Story 250: Irritation Conquers Fear


            “So, uh, as you’ll see in this next slide, um, just a second, there – uh, yes, um, you can see our sales went down a bit last month, but, uh, they’ve [gulp] been, uh, trending upward, and – yes?”
            “What accounted for the dip in July?”
            “Uh... that was when Store 220 was, um, closed.  Temporarily.”
            “Sorry, what?  I couldn’t hear you.”
            “I said, uh, Store 220 was closed.  Temp – ”
            “Store 220 closed?!”
            “N-no, it was just temp-temp-”
            “Oh right, the whole rat infestation thing, never mind.  What were you going to say?”
            “Uh….”

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            “I can’t stand it, I just can’t stand it – I’ve been giving these presentations every quarter for the past five years and every time I get up there my throat closes up, the sweat pours out, and my mind shuts down!  And when they know you’re nervous, they pounce all over you!”
            “That stinks – I’d’ve figured you’d gotten used to doing those things by now.”
            “Yes, thank you for reminding me.  Five years, and I still have no idea how I can face the next one.  Or the next, or the next, until I’m either dead or fired.”
            “Wanna try hypnotism?”
            “Eh, I don’t know, I – yes.  Yes, I’ll try anything.  I don’t care if it’s baloney; if I believe it’s real, it’s real.  You think it’ll relax me?”
            “Nah, you don’t want to be relaxed, that’ll put you off your game.  You want to be annoyed.”
            “What?  Why would I want that?  I just want to conquer my fear of public speaking, like all the greats.”
            “Exactly.  And the only thing stronger than fear is anger.”
            “I thought it was love?”
            “I’m not talking about a world peace scenario; I’m talking about irritation being the only thing that triumphs over the jitters, short of not having them in the first place.  I’m talking about having self-confidence without looking like you had to work for it.  Sprezzatura – the art of appearing artless.  Only in your case, it’ll be for real because you’ll have been brainwashed into it.”
            “So how does me being irritated keep me from passing out up there?”
            “Because then you’re not worrying about putting on a good show and hoping to impress your betters; you’re focusing on getting the whole thing over with `cause you have better things to do with your time than explain things to simpletons.  The fear will have no hold over you, you’ll be free, and your bosses’ll love your new leadership attitude.”
            “I don’t know; it sounds like replacing one negative with another.”
          “You want to keep dying on stage for the rest of your life, or do you want to defeat your demons and possibly become CEO one day?”
            “Give me the quack’s phone number.”

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            “This next slide – not working again, would someone call I.T.? – anyway, it was a graph of budgeted vs. actual returns, and we’re exceeding the former by over 20% in all domains.  OK it’s back; now, on this slide you can see – ”
            “Wait a minute, why does this show us not reaching our targets?”
          “[Sigh] Because this is showing our numbers from 2017.  I was about to say that, in comparison with last year, we’ve improved net sales by 43% year-to-date.  Now, I’d love to stay and answer any questions you may have, but I’ve got another meeting coming up so please send me an e-mail instead.”
            “I just have one – ”
            “Thank you!”

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            “It was amazing!  I flew through the slides and flew on out of there – I think I was done in record time!  Plus, whenever something interrupted me, I wrestled it into submission without once having the urge to dissolve into a pile of quivering goo!  And on top of all that, my boss offered me a promotion today to Assistant Manager, and he’s barely said two words to me since I was hired!  I’ve finally made it to the big time!”
            “That’s great.  What’s with the stress ball?”
            “Oh, it’s just that lately every single thing is getting on my last nerve.  Everything moves too slowly, or there’re mistakes everywhere, or it’s all a waste of time, or it’s losing the company tons of money, or – ooh, I can’t stand it, I just can’t stand it!”
            “I see.  Wanna try hypnotism?”