kickycan wrote:So tell us a story, Reyn. Tell us of the first girl you ever loved...of course, only if you feel comfortable with it...
Hmmm, I think I'd prefer to tell a work story.
This a story that happened about 3 years ago, or so.
A fellow meter reader that I knew from 20 years back transferred to the current office that I work out of now. I always knew he was a bit of a drinker and had personal troubles, etc.
He seemed to get on okay at the new office. About a year goes by. Gossip in the office how he seemed down and spoke of trouble between himself and his girlfriend.
Anyway, one morning, he comes to the office as usual, collects his work, goes to his route (as far as the rest of us knew), and commits suicide by placing a shotgun to his chest. He does this in his work uniform, and in his company car.
One of the fellows remembers seeing him turn off this road to go into a park area under one of our bridges. The last thing he remembers is that he waved back to that reader.
Next thing we hear is the previous sad story. He left notes in the back of the car.
What a waste....
