He sat right down
Like he always does
But his high stool
Took a tumble
He fell backwards
But grabbed onto
The counter and was
Saved from concussion
I shrieked and then
I breathed and then
I said a quick "Amen"
I re-a-lized how close
I was to seeing
Another person's "end"
If he had fallen
And cracked his head,
And died, then I would be
At best... an accomplice
At worst... a murderer
For the stool belongs to me
Isn't it better that he collapse from a faulty stool than the cooking at your dinner where this happened? Thankfully, tragedy was averted. And it gave you a very interesting write. Thanks for sharing.
"I give life and I take life," saith the Lord. At best, dear Lynn, you wouldn't even have been an accomplice. Of course, in our lawsuit happy society, you could be sued just because you have the wrong color of eyes! Very well written recall of the recent incident. ~~Bonnie Q
This was a regular customer at our diner...he actually took the stool home to glue it back together...phew...
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2003
Some could look at it that way. (family) Too many are on the band wagon to sue now a days. Glad all turned out ok Lynn.
Perfect write cuzz...
Love ya........cuzz Ron
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Perfect write cuzz...
Love ya........cuzz Ron