The Good, the Bad, and the Grouchy (standard:humor, 897 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 24 2022	Views/Reads: 879/513	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Everybody faces moments of anger. The key is not to let those anger moments control your attitude at the time. When I control my tongue everything else is under control,

Have you ever had a week where everything went just perfect? Neither
have I. 

Every Monday morning, I plan a perfect week, and I try my best to stick
to that plan. 

My problem is simply, I do not know the meaning of the word "perfect."
So I asked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage once, she looked at 
me and said with a smile, "Just watch me." 

I flashed a smile back at her, knowing exactly what she was saying. I
also knew that if I were as perfect as she was, she would not know how 
perfect she really was. I believe it's part of my responsibility as a 
husband to show her how perfect she is every day. I hope someday to get 
a Nobel Peace Prize for this. 

My plans are quite simple, I just want to have somewhat of a perfect
week. To have a perfect week, I need to have a perfect plan. To have a 
perfect plan, I need to have perfect ideas. Thus, I have a great 
challenge before me. 

Recently my week wasn't going very well, and I was getting a little,
well, what should I say, grouchy. 

Normally I'm never grouchy, so I did not know how to be grouchy until I
was at the grocery store and saw the epitome of Mr. Grouchy. 

I'm not sure the basis of this guy's grouchiness, but from my point of
view, he has practiced this all his life. If there ever was a Mr. 
Grouchy, it was this guy. At the time, I had a little bit of pity for 
his wife. But, of course, I didn't know if he was married or not. If he 
was, she deserves my pity. 

Not only could you see his grouchy demeanor, but he followed that up and
supported it with words that I cannot repeat in public. Let me just say 
he was well-versed in French. 

My curiosity got the best of me, and I just wanted to know more about
him. I couldn't go up and talk to him, I knew how that would turn out. 
So, I followed him throughout the store from a distance and watched and 
listened. That afternoon, I got a Ph.D. in Groucholgy. 

During these times, stores are not as well-stocked as they used to be.
For example, I can't find the cans of cat food I used to get for my 
cats. They're just not there. And, many other things aren't on the 
shelves anymore. 

Obviously, Mr. Grouchy did not know that the rough times we were going
through were affecting our stores. 

I didn't know all of the things he was looking for because his French
got in the way of understanding what he was saying. Obviously, he 
couldn't find what he wanted, which fueled his grouchiness. 

Soon one of the employees walked by, and Mr. Grouchy caught him and
angrily told him a thing or two, No, make that a dozen, but then I 
stopped counting. Obviously, Mr. Grouchy knew more about the store than 
this poor employee. So I would say he was giving the employee a piece 
of his mind, but he's a sorry person if that was his mind he was 
giving. 

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" The employee asked. After he
asked that I'm sure he wished that he had never asked that question. 

For the next 10 minutes, Mr. Grouchy lectured the store employee on what
he should be doing. I couldn't help but stand in the aisle next to him 
and just listen to his lecture. I'm sure the store employee learned 
quite a bit from Mr. Grouchy's lecture. 

I want to go back someday and meet up with the store employee and ask
him how much he learned from those lectures. 

When Mr. Grouchy paused to catch his breath the store employee said,
"Please forgive me, but I have an appointment to go to, and I'm late 
for it." With that, he hurried away as fast as ever. I think I know 


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