Humdrum Harry

Author's Notes: Random stuff from a school exercise. Don't know if its working. Like the IDEA of it though. May expand it. Maybe.

Mind Your Business

This is Harry. On the whole, Harry is a good person. He lives in suburbia. He pays his bills, hangs out with the guys at football games, wishes for 2.5 kids- that good old nuclear family number- makes the yearly resolution to lose that little bit of bulge around the belly, forgets three days later. He’s your average American. He lives three miles away from a star bucks, a McDonalds, and four convenience stores. He drives a ford-no foreign cars, thank you very much. Six forty-five the alarm clock goes off. Seven am he’s up. Shower, pressed slacks, forgets the breakfast, grabs the coffee, kisses the wife, into the car, stops for the school bus. He honks and waves to Mrs. Leary who had just gotten out of her car to meet her husband, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. This does not concern you.
Eight o’clock commute. Pass by the park. Off to work. Nine to five, everyday, Monday through Friday, sitting at his cubicle, white collar office job, gossips at the water cooler. Saturdays are Harry days. Sundays are reserved for church; he’s a good God-fearing Catholic. Sunday, 9am every weekend. Sit, kneel, communion. The service is over, say goodbye to the pastor who walks away soon after to keep the altar boy company. This does not concern you.
Tax season and Harry pays his taxes on time. He always votes republican, takes his hat off when saying the pledge of allegiance, supports his troops. He does better financially than his parents, but still remains comfortably in the middle class. Follows tradition. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter. Calls his mother on her birthday, every year. Happy sixtieth birthday mom, how is dad? Fine, she answers. How is that bruise from when you fell down the stairs last week doing? Fine, she answers. Goodbye mother, goodbye son. This does not concern you.
He spends his money at the closest retail outlet, a creature of habit. Hard earned green paper exchanged for something useful. This time a new basketball, next time a new jacket. Run into Joe, chat about the score of the Giants game. Joe was let go from his job six months ago, but doesn’t seem to be suffering financially at all. Joe has a green thumb. This does not concern you.
This is Harry. He is a good American. He will go on to have those 2.5 kids, get divorced, and get remarried. He will get a promotion, retire when he’s sixty, die when he’s seventy-eight. Follow his example and you’ll get along fine. If not-that doesn’t concern you.