Everyday, me and my boss go to his work for over two years now. His job has a shifting time schedule that we sometimes come home at 1:00 or 2:00 of dawn. Well depending on the agreed sched of his friends at work...you know..night out with the boys..drink here and there. 1,2,3..4 bottles before going home. So that when you hit the bed, you have no care but to sleep, forgetting your worries..the world..yourself...your loneliness.
But what I have been telling you my boss, is that sleeping is good when you are at the comfort of your home. Tsk! tsk! and not while driving at the road!! For heavensake, we already have had few minor accidents in the past two years of our companionship..yeah minor, but still it creep me out whenever I think about the rush of adrenaline (ahm fuel) down to my body everytime we have a sumba dance with the Death.
Believe me when I tell you, it's no joke if you got knocked out a number of times in our little mishaps. In the first round, a bruises in your knees, second round, a little wound in your legs, third round a hole in yout feet, and yes! we are down to the fourth time. Yes, dear readers me and my boss for the fourth time danced with a creeping sound. This time, a broken shoulder bone and a sorry ruined ass.
Well, I don't have to remind you, after you had a couple..multiple..aghh! I lost the count of your drinks with your buddies, you had me drive in that dark rainy night. You know how dangerous it is to drive in the middle of rainy night but still you insisted to take you home.. I couldn't imagine how much terrified I was for I was controlled by a freak drank man. As much as I worried for my l life I worried about your fragile body. Me, you can always repair me to bring me into life again or junk me into the junkshop if you have no use of me. However, boss your life is Precious. It's not a tire that you can always fix with some air if it got flat or just change oil if it has gotten messy. Please mend your ways..please repair your crude habits.
But, then again I know I'm talking to a deaf ears. Because boss, after a few days of that incident, here they are.. your buddies at your home today..in order to comfort you they brought you your favorite comfort food..beers and gins. Tsk,tsk,tsk! Here we go again! A cycle for a motorcycle and my boss.
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Hi RK,
Thanks for the comment. I actually also had inspired by a story in " A Little Prince". In the story, the prince while visiting a planet met a drunkard. The prince asked why does he drink? The drunkard answered "I drink to forget". "To forget what" asked the prince again. "Of being ashamed", said the drunkard. " ashamed of what, asked the prince? " Of drinking" answered by the drunkard. Thus, a cycle for the drunkard.
As for this story- the accidents and uncontrolled drinking has also the pattern it follows.
Good day. :)
Hello Estanis,
Oh no worries. Your comments are very helpful in many ways.
Hahaha yes, if only the motorcycle could run by itself whenever his boss smells alcohol, it would have done that many times. :)
Hi dear Eva,
I have a big smile now. :)) , as I suspected, this story could be confusing to the reader. After reading your comment, i read again my writing and I was confused too. Hehe I should also consider the reader's point of view. Thanks a million, Eva!
Thank you Shoba.
I got inspired to narrate the story in the point of view of the motorcycle because I caught the "boss" telling to other person saying "I'm now sure.. this motorcycle has a bad luck.. And the other person talked back, " No Uncle. The one that control your motorcycle is you. Your motorcycle just follow you.
Isn't it crazy to blame the motorcycle?.. I just laughed when I heard this...then the idea came out. What does the motorcycle say about his boss if only it could talk back?
Hope you have a wonderful day!
Well, I don't think that drinking from time to time and having fun with friends is a bad habit but all we know that alcohol and driving is not a good mix so at the end all we can do is warming them but they have the last choice.
Anyway I would suggest to that motorcycle to disconnect its motor engine whenever it smells like alcohol coming from its boss :D
After reading your comment to Evangelina, I understood that the story was told by the motorcycle. Interesting narration, dear Mayumi. I liked your story.
Hello Evangelina,
Thanks for showing interest in my writing. I really appreciate it. :)
As for the "Boss", he is not my boss. I called him boss in the story because the story is about an owner of the motorcycle told by motorcye itself. Confused? Lol, me too!
Thanks again for the encouragement.
Have a great day!
Hi Serene,
Thanks a lot for your comment. I also think so, no advice/warning can change a person unless he decide to change himself. I just hope it's not too late before he realise this.
Have a wonderful day!
It is pointless to warn them who are deliberately want to stick on it, no one can change them until they change by themselves.
Thank you so very much for sharing the post.
Lol.. I think this story is a bit confusing for the readers.:)) The storyteller is the motorcycle and NOT a person...I'm not good yet in developing the characters in the story. Will learn from this. :)
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