books without value

books without value

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

The barb wired fence from up-close was surprisingly thin and wobbly for enclosing a full grown bull and five cows. Not electrified to the touch either as gingerly through the thin wire I rambled to get up close to the herd.

The cows were resting on all fours and one Bull was standing dazed with relaxation as I walked purposely up the gentle slope toward the apple orchard where the five cows and one bull rested in the shade.

The Bull moved quickly towards me and it was shocking how much ground he covered as he charged at me as I scrambled back across the fence and into neutral territory. Later when I told my father what had happened he was too dumbfounded with my stupidity to punish me.

Twenty years later at a sales meeting the big Boss was just about to start the presentation when I was distracted as young woman after girl drifted in and found a seat and sat with a tight short pink skirt and a note pad and pen on her petite lap. Big boss man smiled at me as he noted the effect the woman had on me glad to see that I knew my place in the pecking order around here. He began his speech with: "unless the customers are rushing to make appointments to see you, you  are becoming obsolete."

Now a days no women in tight pink skirts text or call me to chat and the only way I end up talking to an attractive woman at all is if I aggressively sit down too close next to her at a Panera or Casino risking a charge by a Bull.

Most of what I learned in life is like Books without value, not too useful when one is in the trenches.