Charlie Woods sat and looked around him. He could not believe that this was happening. He had left town early enough to get home before Christmas Eve to play Santa Clause to his two young children, but instead here he was marooned in a bus, miles from nowhere stuck in a twelve foot snowdrift and a snowstorm creating havoc outside.
He looked around the almost empty bus and tried to figure out the others on board. 'Aw geez what a bunch this is' he thought to himself, 'a meathead, a dingbat, a woman's lib and a bald headed kid'. 'If the kid dressed in that yellow sheet bangs that damn tamboreen once more, or sings Hari Krishna, I'll shove it a mile up his damn a*ss'. Woods was obviously losing his cool.
'And as for that meathead driver, just sitting there picking his nose staring out the window into the whiteout. I am sure I can depend on him' Woods squinted his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
Suddenly, from half way down the bus a raised voice began 'Our Father, which art in Heaven.....'. Woods shouted towards the man dressed in black wearing a dog-collar 'Ask your boss to send a tow-truck if He wants to help us'. The Hari Krishna kid butted in 'He's a minister. He'll tell God we're crazy'. 'Get back to your tamboreen Hari, at least it sounds better than that weirdo'. The kid seemed saddened by what Woods had said. 'Oh hush up! I'm trying to help you, for heavens sake'. 'Can't you play any other tunes on that thing of yours' asked Charlie in a sarcastic voice. Now the woman's lib lady had something to say 'Leave the kid alone' she insisted 'he just happens to be a little eccentric. Most geniuses are'. 'And where are you off to' asked Woods 'to spend Christmas at your girl-friends' he had never really liked dominant women but was always afraid to speak out more forcibly.
Suddenly, the driver spoke 'Hey folks' he spoke with a squeeky voice that belied his size 'I got some food. A special treat'. He stood up and came down the aisle with a bag of doughnuts. 'What's so special about them' asked Charlie. 'What's so special about jelly doughnuts?' answered the driver greatly offended, 'the jelly, you knothead'. 'Aw geez' Charlie exclaimed, closed his eyes and pulled the collar of his overcoat up over his ears. It was getting cold.
Within five minutes, Charlie noticed that he could see his breath as if he was smoking. He sat up and noticed that indeed the temperature in the bus had fallen at least ten degrees. The heating must have packed up. 'This could be serious' he said to himself.
'Put on any extra clothing you have' Charlie shouted to the others on board, 'it's going to get even colder. And you Padre, pray as hard as you can to your Boss upstairs to get some help. The same to you Hari Krishna. And you Miss can pray to Mrs. God if you think she's listening. My wife never does'.
The Reverend stood up and began 'Oh most Gracious and Holy.......' 'Quietly' shouted Charlie 'You will use up all the warm oxygen'. 'Young man' the Reverend continued 'Do you ever get down on your knees and thank God you know me and have access to my dementia?' he asked. 'Yeah sure' answered Charlie 'I read a book about it once, senile dementia that is, and you know what, I can't even remember the first line'.
Within ten minutes, Charlie noticed that the moisture from their breaths was forming as ice on the inside of the windows. This was getting serious, more serious by the minute....Charlie began to panic.
A minute or two later, the Hari Krishna kid came up and sat beside Charlie. 'I see you are getting very nervous' he said quietly 'but there is no need. My time is not yet due so we will be saved - wait and see'. 'Cobblers' thought Charlie but did not say anything.
The driver came over and said 'Are you sure you want no doughnut' he asked. 'Sure' said Charlie 'thanks'. 'As long as you have jelly doughnuts - you are safe' the driver proudly announced. Charlie was now convinced that they were all mad. However, he began to quietly pray to himself 'Baby Jesus' he said 'please help us for the sake of the children'. He had bowed his head as he said the prayer.
'What did I tell you' shouted the driver 'here comes the towtruck. 'You see' said the Hari Krishna kid 'it was Kismet - fate, my time had not come'.
Charlie Woods, a non-religious person tried to figure everything out as they were being towed to the town ; who saved them, was it God, or Krishna, Baby Jesus or indeed Mrs. God or was it just 'Kismet'....................
2006-12-21 08:24:28
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answered by thomasrobinsonantonio 7
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