There are two African guys that work at my local Bartells Drugstore. Both are really nice. One of them, Tad, works a second job at the gas station where I fill up my car. He works 16 hours a day. I asked him once if working that much got boring. He said, "What else am I going to do? I have nothing here."
Tonight they were both working the night shift. Siguy was checking me out and Tad was asking about Nancy when this huge Russian guy came up. His head was shaved bald and I have to assume he did it himself because the back of his head looked like it had been mauled by a cougar. Tad called out, "Look who's here!"
Siguy said, "Howdy boss. How's life?"
The Russian sneered at him, "Don't even bother to ask. Life is shit."
Tad said, "Oh, don't say that."
Siguy followed with, "You should be thankful to God for everything you have."
"I should be thankful," the Russian asked, "I should be thankful when God bends me over and rapes me in the ass? Fuck him. I am tired of it."
Tad and Siguy exchanged a look. Tad said, "Don't say that! You can't say that."
Siguy paused for a moment to gather attention to himself. He changed his voice a little to indicate that what he was about to say was profound, "Just remember, it's God's ass to do with as He will. He owns it. Be thankful for it no matter what happens."
There were nods all around.
The Russian shrugged, "You're right. You're right. Thank you for that."
Siguy gave me my bag, "We all need to be reminded sometimes to be thankful."