BREAKING UP AIN'T SO HARD TO DO

BREAKING UP AIN'T SO HARD TO DO

JOURNAL ENTRY 02/11/2015, 07:00 hrs., PST, Monday, my place, 6°C drizzle, Mood 60/40

Had a great brekkie with Ashley and some conversations about “one night stands” that lasted too long and how the romance was long gone by the time of the final break up.

I was in a relationship where our differences were edging toward violence and rage. I had just started my career in auto sales at Jim Pattison's on Main and was working a swing shift of late one day and early the next.

The woman of the tale worked at a Royal Bank on Kingsway in Burnaby and had the habit of setting her clock radio to blast rock and roll for half an hour before she got up.

The clock radio was on my side of the bed so the night shift was not good for sleep. I had tried to explain this to the woman in question but she was not going to change her routine.

That final morning I awoke with a start to Elton John singing “Benny and the Jets” with the gain at 11. I grabbed the clock radio and threw it against the wall. The woman in question pulled the covers over her head.

I struggled into my clothes and told her I would be back after my shift to collect my things, When I left she still was in the bed with the covers over her head.

Good for a laugh 45 years later.

JWL