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I am aware that some of you are dying to know what happened after last week?s article.  Well, you are going to have to wait your pretty little rear-ends until next week.

Today I want to write about friendship.  This subject may be beyond the scope of my article writing subject matter for this website, but I am sure no one will mind.  In my life, I have really learned who my friends are.  Throughout the years I have become an expert of sorting the friendly wheat from the chaff. 

Except today, someone who I thought was a friend behaved in such a way which friends shouldn?t behave.  I believe she caused me and someone else in my life a lot of unnecessary grief.

I won?t go into the details of the event but when someone stabs me in the back like I was today, it not only screws me up emotionally but physically as well. When I began feeling my stress manifest itself physically, I ?borrowed? a friend?s 600mg Motrin (I don?t take any meds during the middle of the day) and swigged two with a Diet Pepsi chaser.  I was extraordinarily tired; sick-tired is more of the perfect way of describing how I felt.  I didn?t eat correctly:  I had a bagel with butter on it (after an early morning breakfast of peanut butter on toast that I ate pre-screwing by my ?friend?), then French fries (biggie size) from Burger King, then 2 Twix bars, then a package (king sized mind you) of Spree candies (tart and yummy), and currently a damned good Italian beer.  Despite the fact that I was tired, I had an enormous amount of pent of anguish that turned into some funky sort of energy.  I called a friend asking if he wanted to go hit golf balls with me, or perhaps he had a punching bag I could borrow. 

Instead of hitting golf balls (which most likely wouldn?t have been a great idea, knowing me I?d pull something), I went to the grocery store after work.  I bought ingredients to make pasta sauce, some angel hair pasta and ravioli, which I have been on a kick to consume. 

As I was checking out at the register something happened. 

A man who was in front of me was buying a pair of sunglasses.  Nothing else.  He was dressed as if he might have been living a hard life (terrible generalization, I know.)  The sunglasses came to $9.89.  He handed the cashier a ten-dollar bill.  The cashier said to the man ?Do you have a Safeway Savings Card?  These sunglasses are on sale and you will save almost $4.00 if you have a card?.  He said in broken English ?No, no.?  I piped up (I?m not one to be shy), ?Here use my card and give him the discount?.  The cashier eyed me and said (as if I was being cross examined on the stand), ?Is this gentleman with you?  Do you know him??  Simultaneously we answered: I said, ?Yes?, he said ?No.?  I said, ?Yeah, we know each other.  We just met.?  All the while he was saying, ?No, I don?t know her?.  I said ?HE KNOWS ME GIVE HIM THE DISCOUNT WITH MY CARD PLEASE.?  Cashier Connie snapped my card out of my hand, swiped it, and returned his change; almost $4.00.

The gentleman walked away, oblivious as to what happened.  I walked away knowing that I did something good today.  This random act of kindness made me feel good.  The day didn?t turn out to be all that bad after all.

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