This is something my father wrote back in the early seventies. I thought I'd share it with y'all (with his permission, of course).
Something to Read for a While
by Bert C. Potts
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It was very dark and dreary, I couldn't see the drizzle for the blinding sun. I was locked in my office, on the second floor of this huge one story building, busier than usual at one thing or another; can't recall if it was what I thought it was, because it was my first last day on the job. Suddenly, I knew. It was past time to leave, as I had to go to the bathroom -- or something.
I glanced at the missing clock and knew I couldn't tell time (it was just as well, 'cause I didn't have anything to tell it) so I decided to make my move. I stepped through the door, to avoid unlocking it, and headed into the looming shadows of the bright hall.
I had gone three or four blocks before realizing it was the other direction, but the dime had expired and services wouldn't be until last week. I pondered about thinking for a while and then thought of catching the train... even though I forgot my glove, so I abandoned the idea as I was in a crowded empty station with a mob that got hostile when I took the escalator (I thought I left one), I had a harder time trying to pawn it.
When I arrived I was thirsty, so I turned up the volume and waited on the mail. The set was on and listening to the news while the snow drifted up the drive. Time's up.
