The Meeting
Every morning it was the same thing.
Stanley and Eugene headed for their daily collision…. neither one willing to give way. Yes, today was no different from the rest. They would surely cannon in to one another….. yet again.
For the past 28 years, six days a week, they met at the same corner of Broad and East Bay Streets. Yes, every morning at exactly 7:43, the impact occurred. It was no longer an accident waiting to happen, but clearly a planned event, and a dag-nabbing waste of steaming hot coffee. Not to mention the dry cleaning bills that would ensue. And the embarrassing coffee stain, in the lap of their pants, each and every work day. Besides all of that, it hurt like holy heck.
It made no difference. They stayed on their respective paths of destruction… set in their ways, unable to yield.
Over and over, they seemed to take pride in the fact that they coined the phrase… “So we meet again.”