Thursday, June 4, 2026

Story 636: Summer Has Started Three Weeks Early

(On a small beach, Friend 1 and Friend 2 sit on beach chairs under an umbrella, facing a bay that eventually goes into an ocean)

Friend 1: (Gestures at the nearly empty beach around them) See?  All the benefits of “The Beach”, with none of the hassle.  None of the crowds, none of the traffic, none of the fees.

Friend 2: (After a few moments staring at the gently lapping waves) None of the lifeguards.

Friend 1: Which is why we’re not swimming.

Friend 2: None of the bathrooms.

Friend 1: Which is why you’re always supposed to go before you leave home.

Friend 2: None of the –

Friend 1: Listen, do you want the experience of “The Beach” without dealing with all that stuff in actually going to “The Beach”, or not?!

Friend 2: It’s just… kind of boring.

Friend 1: How so?  Neither of us really swim at this point in our lives anyway, and we never surfed or paddle boarded or any of those major-athlete shenanigans, so how is this – (Gestures at the beach and water this time) any different?

Friend 2: I guess, but I’d still like the option to go swimming in the actual ocean, you know?

Friend 1: You stand in the shallows for five minutes and go back to reading under the umbrella for the rest of the time we’re there.

Friend 2: Still.  The water’s just different, you know?

Friend 1: Salt water, fresh water, brackish water – cold is cold.

Friend 2: And I do kind of miss some of the crowds.

Friend 1: (Lowers sunglasses to stare at Friend 2 in disbelief) What?!

Friend 2: Well, mainly the kids playing in the sand, making their little castles that won’t last the day, or throwing small balls that always wind up lost at sea, or floating around with their boogie boards, that sort of thing.

Friend 1: You’re always complaining how loud they are and that they’re running around all over the place and ruining your vibe!

Friend 2: I do not.

Friend 1: Ha!

Friend 2: I do not!  I think you’re confusing me with you.

Friend 1: Sure, I complain about them too, but at least I own it!

Friend 2: (Stares out at the water, brow furrowed in thought) Huh.  Maybe I do complain about them more than I thought.

Friend 1: I’ll say no more.  (Sips from a water bottle)

Friend 2: But still, it’s only early June now –

Friend 1: Summer has started for me, yes.

Friend 2: – so all those kids are still in school for another three weeks; couldn’t we have gone to an actual beach and still had peace and quiet?  I mean, I thought that was the whole point of us taking time off and going on a weekday now instead of in summer proper, when everyone will be there, every day, all day long?

Friend 1: (Stares at Friend 2 again) I am not paying $20 for the almost-exact same experience that I can get for free.

Friend 2: It’s $20 at that beach now?

Friend 1: Disgustingly, yes.

Friend 2: Per person?

Friend 1: Per car.

Friend 2: Oh, that makes more sense.  What about other beaches?

Friend 1: Slightly less per person, but I wouldn’t put it past them to raise fees once again, in solidarity with everything else inflating.

Friend 2: Hm.  Guess this really is the better option this time of year.

Friend 1: Darn tootin’.  And another thing: the lifeguard beaches don’t even reduce fees for this lull month when most of the crowds aren’t there yet, so if they consider it to be summer now, then so do I.

Friend 2: Summer doesn’t start until June 21.

Friend 1: I said what I said.

(They stare out at the water some more)

Friend 2: I suppose I could stand in the water for five minutes here just as well as anywhere else.

Friend 1: Go for it.

Friend 2: (Points to a section farther down the beach) Ooh, and look!  Seagulls, just like at a real beach!

Friend 1: This is a real beach!

Friend 2: You know what I mean.

Friend 1: (Picks up a trowel that was used to plant the umbrella) All right, would it make you feel better if you dig a massive hole in the sand and then immediately fill it in so you can have five seconds of childhood nostalgia?

Friend 2: Yes please.  (Snatches the trowel out of Friend 1’s hand and starts digging a massive hole in glee).

Friend 1: (Opens a book to read) You know, you can thank me for the other experience that you’re also getting free of charge, and no true summer at “The Beach” is complete without.

Friend 2: (Stops digging to look back at Friend 1) Oh?  And what magical summer experience is that?

Friend 1: Sand everywhere.

Thursday, May 28, 2026

Story 635: Antivirus Software: You Get What You Pay For

             (In an electronics store, Customer is at the register purchasing a laptop)

Cashier: So, along with the laptop itself, would you like document and spreadsheet software?

Customer: How much extra?

Cashier: $150.

Customer: Heck no – I’ll wing it.

Cashier: OK, how about extra memory?

Customer: No – I’ll cross that bridge when I run out of it.

Cashier: Company credit card for discounts that you may or may not need?

Customer: No.

Cashier: Protection plan?

Customer: No.

Cashier: Antivirus software?

Customer: No – actually, that one I will need the second I access the Inter-disgusting-net.  What are the options?

Cashier: Well, there’s this premium version – (Gestures to a nearby figure dressed in a tuxedo)

Premium Antivirus Software: (Smoothly) I’m here for your every need, always.  Let me protect you from all the perils of that dangerous online world out there, my sweet.

Customer: Ew.  (To Cashier) How much?

Cashier: $200 a year.

Customer: Hard pass.  What else?

Cashier: Well, there’s a pretty good one that covers almost everything the first one does, just not as customized.  (Gestures to a nearby figure in a suit)

Pretty Good Antivirus Software: Never fear, your protector is here!  Not as personal, but just as protective!  (Thumbs-up at Customer)

Premium Antivirus Software: Hmpf.  No class whatsoever.

Customer: (To Cashier) Not bad – how much?

Cashier: $125 a year.

Customer: Whoo-hoo no – next!

Cashier: Well, if those options don’t suit you, there’s always the… basic software.  (Gestures to a nearby figure in T-shirt and jeans, snacking on a bag of potato chips)

Basic Antivirus Software: `Sup.

Customer: Ummm, do you provide antivirus protection, at all?

Basic Antivirus Software: (Shrugs) Sure.

Customer: (To Cashier) How much?

Cashier: $30 a year.

Customer: Sold!  (Completes the purchase)

Basic Antivirus Software: (Still snacking on the way out as the other two antivirus software figures glare) What can I say?  Get yourselves on sale next time. 

(At Customer’s home, the new laptop has been set up with programs installed and Wi-Fi signal connected)

Customer: (Sitting on the living room couch, with the laptop on a lapdesk) All right, accessing the interwebs… (Clicks on the browser icon; a tab appears) Yes!  Success!  I’m always amazed when this stuff actually works.  (Checks e-mail) Oh, my cousin sent me an article, how nice.  (Clicks on the link; a pop-up window appears) No, I don’t want an extra page downloading with this, thank-you.  (Clicks on the “X” – a bajillion pop-ups immediately appear, along with a phone number, flashing lights, and a loud BEEEEEEEEEP!)

Voice: (Blaring from the laptop’s speakers) WARNING!  WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT TURN OFF OR RESTART THE COMPUTER!  AND DO NOT UNPLUG THE ROUTER OR ELSE DISASTROUS THINGS WILL HAPPEN TO ALL YOUR FILES AND YOUR COMPUTER WILL NEVER EVER WORK AGAIN!  CALL THIS BRIGHT AND FLASHING PHONE NUMBER NOW AND WE WILL SAVE YOU FROM DESTRUCTION!  AND DON’T STOP TO THINK ABOUT THIS – JUST FOCUS ON THE LOUD NOISES AND INSISTENT MESSAGES AND TRUST US TO RESCUE YOU FROM DOOOOOOM!!!

Customer: (Flies off the couch, runs over the router, and rips out the plug) NononononoIdon’tbelievethisthisissounfairthesenderwaslegitIneverfallforthesethingshowdidthishappenenrightoutofthegate – !  (Runs back to the laptop and holds down the power button to turn it off)

Voice: I SAID DON’T TURN IT OFF – !  (Sudden silence)

Customer: (Fumes for several seconds, then yells at the ceiling) BASIC!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slouches into the living room while slurping a soda) Yo?

Customer: (Points to the laptop) How did this happen?!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Stares blankly at the laptop, then back at Customer) Uh, I think it was made in a factory somewhere, and then got shipped to the store where you bought it.

Customer: No-no-no, I know how it got here!  The problem is, I’m not on the thing for five minutes and I got hacked!

Basic Antivirus Software: Aw, really?  That’s too bad.  (Slurps)

Customer: No, not “too bad”, it’s your fault!

Basic Antivirus Software: Huh?  How you figure?

Customer: You have one job to do, and you blew it!  You’re supposed to keep those – (Flails arms at the laptop) things away from me, and yet, here it is!

Basic Antivirus Software: Whelp, no net catches 100% of anything; stuff like this is bound to get through.

Customer: Seriously?!

Basic Antivirus Software: At any rate, it sounds more like a “user error” issue to me, if you know what I mean.

Customer: (Coolly) Excuse me?

Basic Antivirus Software:  Technically, it’s your job not to fall for that obvious garbage.

Customer: I don’t!  I was exiting out of that window and this whole blaring fire alarm and window brigade showed up and yelled at me to call them!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slurps) Huh.  Did you call them?

Customer: No!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slurps again) You unplug the router or shut off the computer?

Customer: Yes!  Both!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slurps to the end of the drink) Should be fine then – sounds like it was trying to lure you into its malware web, and you probably dodged it.  No harm, no foul.

Customer: So that’s it?!  You just sit back and do nothing while I’m the one who has to dodge lures left and right?!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Sighs loudly) You want me to run a scan to make sure?

Customer: YES!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slumps over to stand by the couch) OK, start it back up and I’ll scan it.  (Customer sits back down on the couch and starts the laptop; Basic Antivirus Software runs the scan for a few minutes) See?  No viruses found – can I go now?  (Unwraps a candy bar and starts munching)

Customer: That was a suspiciously short scan!  And you’re supposed to be watching out for this stuff 24/7!

Basic Antivirus Software: No I’m not – only when you’re online.  That’s all I signed up for, anyway.

Customer: Fine, just – don’t go anywhere.  (Begins working furiously on the laptop)

Basic Antivirus Software: (Settles on the arm of the couch behind Customer, munching on the candy bar and watching the screen) You know, if you’d wanted comprehensive protection and safe browsing tips and virtual hand-holding and all that, maybe you shouldn’t have gone for a cheap option like me who is clearly only going to do the bare minimum.  (Munches loudly)

Customer: (Glaring at the screen while dodging another malware trap) Clearly.

Thursday, May 21, 2026

Story 634: Work Is a Distraction for a Workout

             (At a gym, Client enters in a hurry and still dressed in business casual)

Trainer: (Trots over from lounging against the front desk) Hi there!  Thanks so much for coming back.

Client: (Rushed) Yeah, listen, I only came in because I wanted to tell you in-person instead of leaving a phone message: sorry to gym-break-up with you like this, but it’s not you, it’s me.

Trainer: I know.

Client: No, I mean – what, you do?

Trainer: Totally: we never take anything personally in this line of work.  Success or failure is entirely up to you.  (Points to Client in emphasis)

Client: Oh.  OK, then you know that I’m leaving the gym because I just can’t get through the workouts and I’ve hit the wall and peaked long ago and will never get any better than I was at the beginning, right?

Trainer: Yes.

Client: Oh.  Guess we agree on my complete and utter inadequacy, then.  (Turns to leave, stifling a sob)

Trainer: Not so fast!  (Gently turns Client back around and steers the latter through the main training area, past others working with all sorts of equipment) Usually I’d let a client with your views go on your merry little way and focus on the ones here who are actually serious about their commitment to health BUT – (As Client opens mouth to object) I know that you’re a special case.

Client: (Borderline sarcastic) Oh, really?

Trainer: Of course!  And in the spirit of Memorial Day Weekend AND Military Appreciation Month, I’m not going to give up when I know you still have the potential to be all that you can be!

Client: I don’t know – (Briefly holds up a not-very-toned arm) I doubt I could serve our country with this.

Trainer: Not with that attitude!  At any rate: I observe all my clients closely, and you, my friend – (Points at Client again in emphasis) have a head problem.

Client: As in…?

Trainer: You’re stuck in it.  Most people here like having something else to focus on that isn’t work, or family, or their work family, or their lack of real friends, or what-have-you, so having to do a hundred reps of bicep curls or flipping ginormous tires or lunging until their legs turn to jelly tends to block out all that other stuff for a blissful hour or two.  You – (Pokes Client on the shoulder)

Client: Ow.

Trainer: – sorry – have the opposite situation going on.  You’re too focused on the bicep curling and the tire flipping and the leg lunging that you can’t relax.

Client: (Looks around the gym at everyone else lifting, running, squatting, lunging, pulling, and pushing) “Relax”?!

Trainer: Let me put it another way: you’re too focused on how not well you’re doing in the workouts that all you can see is the failure and not the progress.  So, I took the liberty of calling in an… assistant trainer, if you will.

(They stop at an exercise bench where someone else has been waiting)

Assistant: (Waves at Client) Hi!  Nice to see you!

Client: (Blinks at Assistant, then turns to Trainer) Are you telling me that you hired the VP’s administrative assistant from where I work to be a trainer here?!

Trainer: I sure did!  Am.

Client: (To Assistant) So you work here now, too?

Assistant: Sort of: they hired me as a per diem contractor.

Client: For what?

Assistant: To motivate you during workouts!

Client: What?!

Trainer: I know, isn’t it brilliant?  I wonder why no one’s thought of it before?

Client: No, I don’t think either one of you is getting it: I’m listening to all the “Keep going!”s and the “You got this!”s and the “Just 50 more!”s and the “You’re getting stronger with every rep!”s, but at this point they’re only underlining how not well I’m doing, at all.

Trainer: So – (Gestures to Assistant) we hired the Admin here to provide a different kind of motivation: work.

Client: Huh?

Assistant: I’m supposed to keep you distracted with all the projects and deadlines you have waiting for you back at the office, so that way you won’t even notice you’ve gotten through the session until it’s over!

Trainer: Brilliant, I say!

Client: That – I – I don’t know….

Trainer: C’mon, what do you have to lose by trying?

Client: Another month’s membership fee.

Trainer: Not to worry on that end; since this was my idea, you’re not being charged for this session if it doesn’t work.

Client: What, it’ll come out of your paycheck or something?

Trainer: Pretty much, yeah.

Client: Well, now I’ll feel guilty if I still don’t want to come back after today –

Assistant: Do it or I’ll tell the VP you’re an indecisive slacker right before your annual performance review!

(Client runs to the changing room)

Trainer: Oh, you’re good.

Assistant: Thank you – years of experience.

(At the exercise bench, Client is now in gym clothes and lying down, ready to lift)

Trainer: So, where did we leave off last time?

Client: (Embarrassed) Between 70 and 80 pounds.

Trainer: Good – we’re going for 100 now.  (Adds weights onto the bar and lifts it into Client’s hands)

Client: (Straining to hold up the weight as Trainer spots) Um, I don’t know, I’m probably going to drop the bar on myself –

Assistant: (Leans down next to Client’s head) Speaking of bars, did you finish those graphs for this week’s budget meeting yet?

Client: (Slowly lowers the bar, then lifts it back up) Uh, not yet – (Slowly lowers the bar, then lifts it back up) still waiting for more data – (Slowly lowers the bar, then lifts it back up)

Assistant: (Taking notes on a large pad and nodding) Um-hm: how many departments still haven’t gotten back to you?

Client: (Expels a big breath while lifting) Uhhhhhh, I don’t know exactly – (Lowers and lifts) I think a few – (Lowers and lifts) are flat-out ignoring me now – (Lowers and lifts) I’ll have to start calling them – (Lowers and lifts) or showing up at their desks – (Lowers and lifts) it’s really annoying (Lowers and lifts with a grunt)

Trainer: That’s enough.  (Takes the bar and puts it back on the rack) You just beat your personal record there, congrats!   (Wipes down the equipment)

Client: (Slowly sits up while rubbing sore hands) Huh.  I suppose I did.

Trainer: Let’s try the treadmill next, yeah?

Client: (Stands) Maybe leg lifts next instead?

Trainer: Nope!  I want some cardio in there now that you’re all warmed up!

Client: (As all three walk to a treadmill) But my stamina stinks.

Trainer: We’ll see about that!  Up you go!

(Client steps onto the treadmill; Trainer sets it to a 10% incline and 5 mph speed)

Client: That fast?!  And high?!

Trainer: Time to be bold!  (Starts the machine)

Client: (Starts running and is immediately almost of out of breath) I dunno – maybe a little slower –

Assistant: (Slides in front of Trainer, still writing notes) Take me through the presentation you have so far.

Client: Oh – uh – well – our fiscal year’s – pretty good – so far – under budget – in most areas – we’ll need to cut back – on expenses – in – (To Trainer who is watching a timer) Can I – take a – quick break?

Assistant: Cut back on what expenses?  You just said we’re under budget.

Client: Yeah – in some areas – but not others – those are over –

Assistant: Give me a list of what needs to be cut, then.

Client: Well – (Goes on for 10 minutes)

Trainer: (Stops the timer) Aaaaaand, time!  (Stops the treadmill) Well done, you!  I don’t think you’ve ever gone that long before.

Client: (Collapses sweating and gasping over the machine) I – haven’t?

Trainer: Nope!  And it was literally uphill all the way!

Client: (Starts to slump) Ohhhhh….

Trainer: Right: medicine ball time!

(Trainer drags Client to an open area on the floor as Assistant follows; the two then do sit-ups while throwing a medicine ball to each other)

Assistant: (Crouched next to Client and still taking notes while following with each sit-up) Have you called the vendors yet and told them that our invoicing process is changing?

Client: Not yet – (Sits up and throws) Corporate still hasn’t made it “official” so I can’t – (Catches the ball and lies back down) it’ll probably be next week though – (Sits up and throws) I have a mass e-mail ready to send – (Catches the ball and lies back down, and stays down) I don’t think I can get up again.

Assistant: (Glances over at Trainer who mouths “Twenty more”, then addresses Client again) Well, that really should be done this week, since invoices for the month will go out on Tuesday after the holiday.

Client: (Suddenly sits up and throws) Yeah, and no one actually pays on the day they get the invoice – (Catches the ball and lies back down) so they’ll still get the notice before they have to pay – (Sits up and throws) and it’ll be fresher in their minds if I send it next week.  (Catches and lies back down)

Assistant: (As the other two continue faster and faster) But, it’s best practice, not to mention common courtesy, to send the notice before they receive the invoices, because you just know they’re going to get confused if you send it after, and you just know that someone will pay that same day the one time you don’t want them to, and then we’ll all be up the creek when it was a completely avoidable situation –

Client: (Sitting up, lying down, throwing, and catching even faster) All right – all right – I’ll ask – first thing – tomorrow and – get approval – to send it out – by that afternoon – or Friday – the latest – OK?!

Trainer: (Catches a fastball and raises an arm in triumph) Done!

Client: (Collapses back down on the mat) I certainly am.

Trainer: (Stands with Assistant for them both to look down at Client) Well, I think this experiment went exceptionally well, don’t you agree?

Client: (Breathlessly) Oh yeah – I’m certainly not – stressing about – the workouts – anymore –

Trainer: Perfect!  See you at our usual time on Thursday then, yeah?  (Walks away, tossing the medicine ball into the air and whistling in glee)

Assistant: (Down at Client) See you in the office tomorrow, yeah?  (Walks away, taking notes in glee)

Client: (Still on the floor) Great – now I’ll always – be thinking – about work –

Thursday, May 14, 2026

Story 633: What Can I Give for Mother’s Day?

            “Oh hi honey, what’s up?”

“Well, I’m calling in a panic right now, an absolute panic!”

“Dear me, why’s that?”

“Because Mother’s Day is this Sunday, and I have absolutely no idea what to give you this year!”

“Aw honey, you know you don’t have to give me anything – ”

“Don’t tell me that Mother’s Lie!”

“ – And it really doesn’t matter anyway since Mother’s Day was last Sunday.”

“…What?”

“Mother’s Day already passed, so save this for my birthday instead.”

“No, no, Mother’s Day is this Sunday, it’s the third Sunday of the month!”

“That’s Father’s Day, dear.”

“Since when?!”

“Since whenever both holidays were established here, I think.”

“OK, well, why didn’t you say anything when I didn’t come over on Sunday and didn’t even call you!  All day!”

“Well, one doesn’t like to mention such things; I figured you’d just forgot, and in a way, you did.  But it was an honest mistake – nothing to fret about.”

“This is an even bigger disaster than I thought!  You spent all day at home, alone, staring out the window and thinking I’m the worst child a mother ever had, I could just burst from the shame!”

“Actually, your father and I had a wonderful time whitewater rafting that day, and I’m sorry to say I didn’t even think about you until the following morning.”

“See!  I’m such an awful child that you didn’t even remember you had one on that day of all days!”

“Honey, it’s really not that big a deal; I understand you got a little mixed up on the dates and we’ll just celebrate on another day.  Not this Sunday, though – I’ll be doing one of those cure walks with my book club and it’ll be extremely early in the morning, so that’ll wipe me out for the rest of the day.”

“Fine-fine, but back to the original subject: what do you want?!”

“<Sigh> Brunch would be lovely.”

“No cooperation at all!”  <CLICK>

“Certainly doesn’t get all that drama from my side of the family, I’ll tell you.” 

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“Happy Mother’s Day!  Two weeks later!”

“Hi, honey!  What’s all this out on the front lawn?”

“Well, since you refused to tell me what to get you, I had to make an executive decision and order a traveling circus.”

“You did what?”

“Oh yeah, this company does stuff like this all the time – you don’t still have the sprinkler system installed in the lawn, do you?”

“What?  No, that’s all gone, but – ”

“Great – OK FELLAS, NO SPRINKLER HEADS TO WORRY ABOUT SO JUST AVOID THE WATER AND GAS LINES, ALL RIGHT?”

“Honey, what is going on?!”

“Don’t worry, they just need to know where to set up the big top.”

“On the front lawn?!”

“You know, you’re right – backyard has so much more space.  OK FELLAS, MOVE IT ALL TO THE BACK INSTEAD!”

“Wait-wait-wait – this is all too much; I didn’t want you spending what is clearly a fortune on a performance troupe!”

“Oh, that’s not an issue: the ringmaster owes me a favor.  YOU CAN USE THE HOSE ATTACHED TO THE HOUSE TO FILL UP THE DIVING POOL, AND TELL THE TRAPEZE ARTISTS TO GO AS HIGH UP AS THEY WANT!  Just send me your next month’s water bill – they shouldn’t need your electricity, but let me know if they wind up tapping into it later.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about – oh, all these people, all over the place – wait, no, don’t tell me there’re going to be lions or elephants or horses coming through here too, are there?!”

“Hm?  Oh, no, this is a humans-only circus; don’t need that extra headache.”

“OK.  Do they need me to feed them, then?”

“On your special day?!  No-no-no – the catering trailer should be around any minute now.  You don’t mind if they park and set up on the grass, do you?  I don’t think there’s enough room on the street.”

“You really went through too much trouble, you know.”

“On the contrary: not nearly enough to make up for my horrific oversight and failure as an offspring!”

“Yes, well, I’d actually forgotten all about that until just now.  Let me go get your father and let him know the circus is in our backyard.”

“No need: I see he’s out there now, telling them where to set up the big top.”

“Of course he is.  Well, thank you for the entertaining show – and I’m sure the circus performances will be fun, too.”

“Certainly!  Nothing is too good for MY MOTHER on MOTHER’S DAY!”

“I do have one request.”

“Anything!”

“Next year, stick to brunch.”

Thursday, May 7, 2026

Story 632: Now What?

             “Howdy.”

“What’s up?”

“What makes you think something’s up?”

“You only call me when something is.”

“Heh-heh, that I do.”

“Soooo…?”

“Oh, right: so you know that thing I’ve been working on for a while that finally was happening for real?”

“What thing?”

“The only thing of note that’s happened in my adult life.”

“Ohhhhhh, yeah, that thing.  OK, yes, what about it?”

“Well, it happened.”

“Yes, it did.”

“And like Frodo in Tolkien’s The Return of the King, I can exhaustedly say, ‘It’s done.’”

“Not as world-saving or dramatic, but sure.  So?”

“So – now what?”

“‘Now what’, what?”

“Now what, what now?”

“Huh?”

“What happens now this is all over, when I never thought it would even start to begin with?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m pretty certain the planet will keep on spinning afterward.”

“Hardy-har-har – I’m talking about me!”

“You sure are.”

“What happens to me now, after what I worked on for years and years, my crowning achievement, my magnum opus, my coup de moi, my definitive feat that I suspect was the sole reason I ever was brought into existence, is done?!”

“Keep on going as you did before, I should think.”

“But how can I?!  How can one return to bread after having tasted ambrosia?!  How can one settle for mundanity after having experienced sublimity?!  How can – ”

“I’m gonna cut you off right there: none of that is sustainable for long; you had a great accomplishment and you either will have more like that or never repeat it; and your life will go on with that as a treasured memory that’ll last as long as your brain can hold onto it before it’s wiped away by dementia or death.  It’s what you’d hoped would happen and everyone’s happy for you, so what more do you want?”

“…Permanent satisfaction.”

“Well now you’re just being greedy.”

Thursday, April 16, 2026

Story 631: Extreme Commute Shortcut

             “Sigh.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just… we’re on this lovely walk on the beach, the Sun is shining, the seagulls are laughing their heads off at life, and the view is majestic, and all I can do is look across the ocean – ”

“Bay.”

“ – look across the bay at that huge metropolis where I slog into work five days a week with the rest of the tri-state area, and all I can think is, ‘It’s right there.’”

“Yes, it is.”

“I mean, it’s right there straight across from me, but in order to get there, I need to go allllllll the way around the longest route possible, both in time and distance.  In a crowded train car, filled with weirdos.”

“Well, yeah; unfortunately, that’s the only way to get there.  By going around the huge body of water that’s in the way.”

“Yeahhhhhhhh…. Hmmmmmmm…..”

“‘Hmmmmmmm’, what?”

“You may have something there.”

“What, reality?”

“Of course not.  You know how the shortest distance between two points is a straight line?”

“I don’t think I like where this is going.”

“Too bad, because you’ve inspired me to utterly revolutionize my life.”

“How on Earth did I manage to do that in the space of five seconds?”

“By making me realize what is literally right in front of us: why go around, when I can go through?  Or is it, over?”

“Well, sure, there’s a ferry you can take to the city that’s about half an hour away from here – ”

“Exactly: more commuting, more money, more time.  My solution’s far simpler.”

“And that is?”

“Get a kayak and paddle across.”

“…Are you for real?!”

“Extremely.”

“You wouldn’t make it one nautical mile before capsizing!”

“Hardly – there’s somebody right over there doing just fine now.”

“Yeah, well, that’s a local keeping to the shoreline, and someone who clearly has the strength, stamina, and skill for it – you, on the other hand, wouldn’t last 10 seconds before passing out from exhaustion, and the Coast Guard’ll have to pick you up when you drift out past Montauk.”

“And where is that?”

“The eastern tip of Long Island.”

“Hm.  And about how far away is that from here, do you think?”

“A lot!  Just… stick to the horrible commute you know and spare us all the drama of your attempt at athleticism, please!”

“And how would anything great ever be achieved with that attitude?”

“This hardly qualifies as great.” 

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“Hi, what’s up?”

“Oh you know, it’s been a while, just checking in, making sure you weren’t lost at sea on the way to work – although you wound up not going through with it, right?”

“I sure did go through with it.”

“You didn’t.  Really?”

“How could you know me so little by now?  I said I was going to do it, so I did it.”

“So you actually bought a kayak and actually paddled all the way across rough waters to the city?!”

“Like I said: sure did.”

“And you’re still alive?!”

“What a question.”

“But – but – but that’s impossible!”

“So is flight, but tell that to all the birds and planes fighting the never-ending battle against gravity day-in and day-out.”

“And you didn’t keel over, or flip over, or get eaten by a shark, or swallowed up by a squid, or wind up in the open ocean, or – ”

“I’m sensing a disturbing lack of faith in my abilities that’s making me question our friendship.”

“But that’s because we’re nothing schlubs!  We don’t do stuff like paddle our way to work!  Or anywhere!”

“Seems that we can if we just put our minds to it, and after the initial equipment investment, this is saving me a fortune.”

“…There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Nope – no, I think I pretty much covered everything.  It was a hard-fought battle, but I have defeated the all-consuming commutation snare, and both victory and vengeance are mine.”

“Uh-huh.  And how long did it take you to get to work by travelling in that innovative method?”

“….”

“????”

“….”

“????????”

“Two weeks.”

Thursday, April 9, 2026

Story 630: The Awards Show Took a Turn

            (At a late point in a major film awards show)

M.C.: (Standing center stage and addressing the theater and television audiences as applause trickles away) Well that commercial break went on too long for this time of night – (Glances at a wristwatch) morning – BUT, since we’ve gone this far, let me continue presenting presenters with your next one: last year’s winner of the Best Female Actor in a Drama, ------ -------.

(Applause as Presenter enters from stage right and M.C. walks past to lean against the wall there and lightly doze while waiting for the last few categories)

Presenter: Hi everyone, I’m skipping the script in the interest of time – I think the nominees will thank me along with the rest of the audience.  (Audience members cheer) And the nominees for Best Male Actor in a Drama are: -------- ----- in ------.

(Audience members applaud as the television camera cuts to Nominee 1, who nods solemnly in the direction of the stage)

Presenter: ------ ---------- in ----- -----: -------.

(Audience members applaud as the television camera cuts to Nominee 2, who smiles and waves wildly at the camera)

Nominee 2: (Muted by the lack of a microphone) I love you, Mom!

Presenter: -------------- ---- in ----------------------.

(Audience members applaud as the television camera cuts to Nominee 3, who gives a thumbs-up and a wink at the camera)

Presenter: ---- ------ -------- in --- ------ ------ --------.

(Audience members applaud as the television camera cuts to Nominee 4, who holds up a sign that reads “I’M OWED THIS”)

Presenter: And finally, ---- ------- in ---- ----.

(Audience members applaud as the television camera cuts to Nominee 5, who is scowling and slowly shaking his head in disgust)

Presenter: (Opening the envelope) And the award, for Best Male Actor in a Drama, goes to….

(Television split-screens show the Presenter opening the envelope at the top with the five Nominees at the bottom; Nominees 1-4 show different degrees of restrained eagerness, while Nominee 5 has his eyes closed and is holding up crossed fingers while shaking his head back-and-forth and mouthing “No-no-no-no-” with each shake)

Presenter: (Pulls out the card and gets a paper cut) Oh come on – excuse me – (Reads the card) ---- ------ in ---- ----!

(As most of the audience members applaud, the television camera now only shows Nominee 5 who is surrounded by cheering seatmates and mutedly shouting “No!  Son of a -----!   ---- it!   ---- it to -----!  Un----ing-believable!”; the cheering seatmates lift him out of the seat and hug him, shake his hands, and slap him on the back toward the stage.  When Nominee 5 stops at the bottom of the stairs and raises a fist at the giant award replica at the back of the stage, Nominee 1 in the front row stands to push him up the stairs and then returns to his seat to resume graciously applauding with the rest.  Presenter hands the award to Nominee 5, who stares at it at first and then reluctantly takes it, leaning in toward Presenter to shout over his movie’s theme music)

Nominee 5: I’ve always admired your work!

Presenter: (Clapping) Thank you!  Congratulations!  (Gestures to the microphone) Go at it!

Nominee 5: (Looks at the microphone in loathing) Ughhhh….. (Walks to stand in front of it as the audience members’ applause and the music simultaneously fade out and everyone who was giving a standing ovation sits back down again) OK, this is extremely embarrassing.  (The audience members provide polite laughter) No, this is not a joke – (Gestures toward the audience) not only did any of the other four nominees deserve this award so much more than I did, but as many of you know, the only reason I was nominated in the first place was out of spite, so I can only guess that I “won” – (Does the air quotes) for that same reason, as the veritable icing on this travesty of a filmmaking cake.  (Polite laughter shifts to awkward laughter) I’m being absolutely serious here: anyone with half a brain cell who saw ---- ---- knows that its point was to highlight the unfairness of inequality, and yet the only award nomination, out of all the people who worked on that film – (Holds an arm out toward the area of the theater where others who worked on that film are sitting) many of whom came here tonight to support me because they are such awesome and wonderful human beings, let’s give them a round of applause – (Leads a round of applause, briefly tucking the statue under one arm in order to clap) so the only award nomination being for the dude who played a character representing the oppressive regime this film was critiquing, is the ultimate slap in the face to everything we worked so hard to convey with on this project.  And when I say “we”, I’m barely including myself in that since all I did was recite the lines in the script, which was nothing compared to all the work everyone else did and who should have been nominated for this film.  (Exit music slowly starts to build up) DO NOT PLAY ME OFF!!!  (Exit music abruptly stops; Nominee 5 looks up slightly to address the film industry ether) You created this fiasco – you will sit through the consequences!  Now, I have a list, not of those I want to thank for – ahem – “earning” – (Does the air quotes again) this award, but of all those who should have been nominated – and should have won! – instead of me tonight: ----- ------, Director; ----- ------ and ----- -------, Screenwriters; ----- -------, Lead Female Actor; --- ---------, Cinematographer – (Exit music starts to build up faster) I swear to Hades, if you don’t stop playing that exit music until I’ve finished, I will smash this thing in front of all of you!  (Shakes the statue in emphasis; exit music abruptly stops again) Right: ------ ---------, Composer…. (Goes on for another five minutes) And now, Second Unit –

M.C.: (Peels away from the wall to dash to Nominee 5’s side) Well, I think at this very, very, very late point in the festivities, our audience here and at home would rather the rest of your acknowledgements be an e-mail instead of a meeting, am-I-right?

(Audience members laugh in relief)

Nominee 5: (Glaring at M.C.) Do not do a bit right now.

M.C.: …OK.

Nominee 5: I will stop when I have righted this wrong and not a second earlier, understand?!

M.C.: (Backing away) OK, jeez –

Nominee 5: Justice will be served!  (Back to the microphone) Now, Second Unit!  (Someone approaches from stage right, holds onto Nominee 5’s arm, and leans in to whisper in his ear for a few seconds; the latter nods, then turns back to face the audience again) I’ve just been told by my Director on this project – ----- ------, everyone, please give her a hand for her amazing work!  (Applauds along with the exhausted audience members)  She said that I would be helping my slighted fellow filmmakers more if I posted this list on social media and allow the remainder of tonight’s awards to continue, so I will go do that as soon as I leave this stage.

M.C.: (Mutters while leaning against the side wall again) That’s what I said.

Presenter: (Whispers back soothingly) I know.

Nominee 5: In closing – (Audience members collectively sigh) my winning this award is proof that the whole system is a sham, and I normally would melt down this statue and donate the profits to charity, but I suspect it’s pretty much plastic so in that case I’ll just recycle it.  So: know who the real winners are in life, elections are always a popularity contest, stay in school, and value the art itself because awards mean NOTHING!  And I’d like to take this opportunity to announce that I’m permanently retiring from acting – good night, world!  (Runs off the stage, followed uncertainly by Director and Presenter, as the exit music blasts at full volume, the audience erupts in an uproar, and M.C. returns to the microphone, clapping over-enthusiastically)

M.C.: Well, folks, I think we witnessed several history-making events at this show – we’re unfortunately going to have to speed-run though the Best Director and Best Drama categories in order for the late-night news to air sometime this week, so if there are any complaints, I think you all know exactly who to direct them to.