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CAPTION: "Hey Andy! You Buyin'?"

One of the things I don't like about BLOGGING is thinking in reverse and having to tell you....make sure you read the previous posting first, or this one won't make any sense.

But what I can tell you is that even though I'm back on the BLOG block? I'm going to be away from the computer for a week. So there will probably be a little hiatus in the story telling...lest you get economical and just read one chapter a day?

Anyway, here is the conclusion of  Happy Birthday Big Guy.

THE STORY CONTINUES SOME MORE

 

The next rack of clothes consists of dress casual pants and shirts.  Once he steps into the garb, Mike realizes he is now in the middle of a large moving room. A huge metal tube acts like a magnet on his eye. As he looks inside the tube, he sees the whole universe before him. In the far reaches of his vision is one small blinking object. As he adjusts the focus he sees a sign on the object that reads, “You see me first mike. From this day forward this planet will be known as Mike!”

 

You guessed it. He gets no time to wallow in his glory. Back to the shorts, and a new voice calling.

 

“Mike, over here!”

The new rack is supporting white shirts, plain colored ties and neutral toned pants. As he tries out the new wardrobe, a gap in the rack reveals a shiny silver hard hat. He sets it gingerly on head and is instantly transported to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. He stands proudly on a beam watching workers moving steal in opposing directions, about to meet at a precise agreed upon point. Just as he is about to ceremoniously direct the placement of the final rivet? Mike is back in his skivvies, in the middle of the closet…where all his visitors are now chanting in unison, “DECISIONS, DECISIONS, DECISIONS!”

 

He begins seeing himself in a blend of the uniforms. He is operating on a patient while wearing his hard hat. He thinks he is about to go MAD as the voices start screaming, “Make up you mind, make up your mind.”

 

And then out of nowhere, among all the mirrored images of himself, a new form emerges. It’s someone dressed in levis and a tee shirt. Who could it be? Why it’s his friend Dave.

 

“What are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Come on! Let’s go shoot some pool!”

 

Mike sees the closet shrinking. The clothes become familiar. He finds himself back in his underwear, floating back to the serenity of his water bed. The lights go out, and once again he is at peace.

 

THE END?

 

I see Mike the next morning as he is slipping into his own Levis and tee shirt. I look at him and say, “sounded like you had kind of a restless night?”

I get a puzzled look in response.

“I don’t think so. I feel like I slept great.”

 

“Where are you headed,” I ask.

“Oh, just over to Dave’s to shoot some pool.”