I hate being the 1 that has to give the exhausting news to a friend.
- I had to tell a buddy that his dog died and the pained look on his face was so anxious and terrifying that I have never forgotten the image in almost 21 years.
I had to tell my buddy Bob recently some news that made him certainly anxious and upset. I debated on whether or not I should say anything at all to Bob. I didn’t want to be the man to bring exhausting news to Bob. They often say you kill the messenger. I was working at the marijuana delivery repair a couple weeks ago and I got in order for a hotel guest downtown at 1 of the overpriced new locales. It was my first time delivering marijuana in the hotel and I was a little lost. Apparently they have more than 2 towers of rooms to make it even more confusing for us delivery guys. I ended up in the bar on the West Tower. I saw Bob’s husband with another guy and they were in the hotel bar together. I could hardly guess my esure. I was so shocked and surprised. I never expected to see him at the bar with someone else. I don’t suppose that he saw myself and others at all, but I saw him draped all over the guy. There’s no way that he was just a friend. I have to tell Bob what I saw at the hotel, but I can’t find the words. I don’t want to wait too long, then Bob is still with the boy and he is obviously sneaking around behind his back.