and four people died...

There are those rare times when you actually get to hear it all. Mind you, it's not because you weren't listening before. Nah, it's just because you weren't told the "whole" story. Well, today I was lucky enough to hear it all. Now I thought I had heard just about everything, but then again ���everything��� does not necessarily imply "all".

So I���m waiting for this call, that I assume is going to go: ��� Oh yeah, we put that check in the mail last Tuesday���.��� Well, I can certainly appreciate this masquerade because it���s creative. Think about it������. ok, there is no ���last��� Tuesday. Nope, they just keep coming and coming, as if their is an endless supply of Tuesdays. So my ���last��� Tuesday is no more than six days before I die. And we all know the mail runs weekly, so this guy's covered. The check will probably be here the day I die. Ingenious!

But this phone call was much different. The bad news actually had nothing to do with my check. It turns out that a mutual friend had passed. I had just received the news from my wife shortly before the phone call. So we shared thoughts and bereavements. And������Oh we didn���t mail the check because we didn���t have your address.��� -���We looked in the phone book��� - Apparently Florida stocks Ohio phone books, but what the hell they tried, right?

So we continued and I find out that a friend of their���s had the flue and they had to fill in for him. But oddly enough it wasn���t the flue that caused their friend���s delay.

Seems he called off work but decided to drive his big rig into work anyways. Although it appears, this warrior had trouble commandeering his ship. Yep, the man with the flue is now the man that ���flew��� into a tree. So his rig is in pieces, as is he, and now they really need to fill in.

���So sorry, but in all this utter chaos, we forget your address wasn���t in the Florida phone book and couldn���t mail your check.��� Wow! I���m so impressed. I mean you have to realize this guy���s truck is shredded. Six foot two and a mountain of a man, struck down with the flue���s flew. I totally forgot about my check. I felt so bad for this man and the other dead man, who lies in eternal search of his last Tuesday. So, I don���t know yet, but this story may end with a funeral, or hell maybe even a wedding who knows.

I���m kind of hoping I���ve heard it all though. There���s only so much one man can take on a Monday. Holy crap! That means tomorrow���s Tuesday, and if that checks in the mail, last Tuesday may very well have really been my ���last��� I���m praying the check���s not in the mail, how surreal.