The Day He Found His Sense of Humor In Justin’s Apartment


 Nature morte by Pedro Ribeiro Simões is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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Nature morte by Pedro Ribeiro Simões is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

“Some days things seem to have been stolen from you./Cash to pay the bills, your sense of humor, friendship.” – David Rivard, “Late?”

I lost it somewhere around the mini-mart last week.  My sense of humor usually sticks close by, and that’s why I didn’t miss it for a while.  A couple of days, maybe.  Yeah, I should have noticed it sooner.  But I got these texts from Carrie right about then, her “hate texts,” as I call them; all about her being right and it’s all my fault.  Not for the first time, but I got a little thrown off my usual routine.  By the time I was done dealing with those texts and filing another motion through my lawyer, that’s when I discovered my sense of humor was missing.  Big time.

I went back to the mini-mart, but it wasn’t in the parking lot outside, or back by the twelve-packs of beer, or even inside the glassed-in case of drug paraphenalia by the cash register.  Not that I’m doing drugs myself, but the kids in the neighborhood apparently keep this place busy, buying glass bongs and such.  I guess.  I had only come in three days ago for a hot dog and a Coke, and that was only because I was helping Justin move into his new place.  Then I remembered.

I left it on the floor under the couch in his spare room.  It must have dropped off when Justin told me about Carrie, how she’d been planning to leave me for several months but couldn’t seem to find the right time to tell me.  I guess she’d been having an affair with the ceramics teacher at her school since the school year started last fall.

Sure enough, when I went back for it it was there – my sense of humor – peeking out slyly from under the tan plaid couch Justin got from his grandmother.  Looking like it didn’t want to come back with me.

About this post

Being on an airplane is often surprisingly productive for me.  I think it’s something about being confined in one place for a certain number of hours (argh), with few outside distractions, that gives one the ability to focus on a creative effort.  This little piece came out of my recent trip to Washington, D.C.  Sometimes I wish I could find my sense of humor when I need it the most!

3 thoughts on “The Day He Found His Sense of Humor In Justin’s Apartment

  1. Brilliant! I do lose mine, too, every now and then but it’s such a strong character it is a dominant one… I guess from having to always carry situations that would have called for tears out of anger, frustration or misery. 🙂
    I’m glad he found his sense of humor.
    Looks like we’re synchronizing here… I’m busy Jason as a protagonist, although I’m not being that creative for my Friday the 13th flash fiction. 🙂

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  2. Oh! Anne, I’m so looking forward to your Friday Fiction piece. . . . the idea for this one came from a couple of places … at the Wash. DC airport I overheard a fellow say, “It was one of her ‘hate texts’, all about her and how it all my fault,” and I thought, hmmm, hate texts, what would that be about? And at the same time I am dealing with a difficult family matter that makes it hard to keep my sense of humor sometimes! I’ll be interested to see what your Jason does! 🙂 Happy Friday!


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