Who Is In Charge?

Two days ago, I was enjoying my train commute home. My eyes were closed but my mind knew the stops.

Three stops prior to mine, the train hesitated for much longer than normal. I hoped an accident or someone who decided to commit suicide, wasn’t the cause.

Fear not, you emerged, an elderly lady with a pink stocking cap and a basket. You entered the car.

You had your fare.
You paid your fare.
You get to ride.

The conductor was annoyed when you departed. He barked out orders to walk around you, as if you were an object.

I was ill yesterday so I do not know what happened.

Tonight, I am following my train routine. The train stops three stops prior to mine. The train hesitated much longer than normal. You entered with your pink stocking cap and basket. Deja Vu, but this time, not so much.

This time, the conductor was not as patient. He yelled at you for making the train late for “this” as he pointed to your basket.

You responded by telling him to shut up.

You had your fare.
You paid your fare.
You get to ride.

As he reached the door, he decided he wasn’t going to take your words. He stomped his feet and screamed so that everyone in the car paid attention.

“I am in charge. You are not. You do not talk to me like that.”

You laughed in his face and told him that he would have to scream louder hecause you are deaf. He stormed off in a huff.

You had your fare.
You paid your fare.
You get to ride.

I don’t condone mean words, but yours were reactive. I don’t know your situation. I don’t know his. I also don’t believe that the customer is always right. In this case, you seemed to be right.

You had the fare.
You paid the fare.
You get to ride.

To the conductor, who is in charge? She pays your salary and so do I as long as we can afford to ride. We are, if we are not abusive. You are not allowed to be rude to her for taking precious time loading her basket. I hope you are never in her shoes. You will break your ankles under the weight of your arrogance.

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I Miss You Already

Crying and shedding tears.

I miss you and you haven’t even left.

But you will.

We’ve shared secrets.

I will never tell. Your secrets travel with me to the grave.

I hope mine enjoy the same journey.

We will not share anymore. I want you to know.

I miss you already.

You haven’t even left and I miss you.

Versus: Fiction’s Greatest Wizard

The poll is up! Go vote for Fiction’s Greatest Wizard!

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My last couple of post have been leading up to this one. I’ve been asking you all to submit your picks for who you think is Fiction’s Greatest Wizard. There are quite a few choices. Many wizards have captured our imaginations throughout books, movies, or video games. Boiling them down to one choice will be a difficult task, so we’ll let our poll try to sort it out for us.

The choices will be posted in the order I received them. One of them is from a guy I work with that doesn’t blog, but I’m not holding that against him. If his pick wins, I might even tell him about it. The argument I will put down for his pick will be a direct quote. Also, I’ll be leaving the poll open for two weeks.

djmatticus – Raistlin Majere. He defeated gods with his magic. Case closed.

Jodi Greenfield – …

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Let Us Know

Hi, it’s your First Knight again, reminding you that there is still time for you to let us know who you think is Fiction’s Greatest Wizard. You can leave your choice in the comments here, or in the comments on the original post.

So far, Raistlin Majere (from the DragonLance series of books) and Harry Potter  (I probably don’t need to elaborate on this one) have been chosen. If you think someone else is deserving of the title of Fiction’s Greatest Wizard, let us know who it is in the comments and leave a sentence or two on why you think your choice is the correct choice. 

Join in the debate!!!!