Thursday, April 25, 2013

I Need To Be Seen (The Clinic)

Jeffrey Brown whispered, "I need to be seen," to Helen Thomas, the front desk clerk. Jeffrey felt a little uneasy as he entered the Neighborhood Free Clinic, which is widely known for treating sexually transmitted infections (STI) at a low cost or on a sliding fee scale. It is also better known as "The Clinic."
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Helen asked.
"I need to be seen," he whispered again, but slightly louder.
Studying the well-dressed man before her, Helen asked in a low voice, "What seems to be the problem?"
"I think I have a STI," Jeffrey whispered.
"Okay." Helen handed Jeffrey a clipboard with some forms to be completed and an ink pen. She continued, "Please, fill out these forms and come back to my desk so that I can register you into our system and give you a number."

Jeffrey completed the required forms and followed Helen instructions to the letter. He noticed that more people began filing into "The Clinic's" waiting room. After several minutes had passed, Jeffrey's number was called. A male nurse warmly greeted him and kindly led him to "Exam Room 9." This is the room where the staff normally treats their gonorrhea patients.

After some time had passed, the nurse and Jeffrey had emerged from the exam room. The nurse disappeared from sight while Jeffrey retrieved some rectangular shaped color leaflets from his inside jacket pocket. The leaflets contained an image of him and his wife along with some other information. He handed one to each nurse and other staff members en route to the waiting room. Each staff member studied the leaflet and silently laughed.

Later that week, Sunday morning had finally arrived. Jeffrey sat on the pulpit in his black clergy robe waiting to begin his sermon within his medium sized church. His lovely wife, Marketta, sat near the front row styling an over sized hat. Following the opening hymn, the church announcer took his rightful place behind a podium near the rostrum and asked for all visitors to stand and to introduce themselves. Eight nurses and staff members from "The Clinic" stood together in unison. They were all surprised by each others attendance.

A short, male usher handed Nurse Michelle Dickerson a microphone who was standing near the center aisle. She cleared her voice and announced, "Good Morning and praise the Lord!"
The congregation repeated, "Praise the Lord!"
 Michelle continued, "We are all from the Neighborhood Free Clinic better known as "The Clinic." And we are here this morning because the Reverend Jeffrey Brown had extended us an invitation to visit this church during his last visit with us. We also want you to know that we can treat all of your needs, and thank you for having us this morning." Michelle returned the microphone to the usher.

During that moment, Jeffrey wanted to slide out of his throne like chair and drown in the covered baptismal pool beneath him. "Passing out those flyer's about this church at "The Clinic" is by far the dumbest thing I have ever done. What was I thinking? Please, please, God....let this be a bad dream!" Jeffrey thought as the delicate and frail Marketta fainted in her seat.


Until next week, keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles


"When I read your stories, it is truly like a box of cherries, I NEVER know WHAT I'm gonna get." ~ a regular blog reader


In The BlackIn The Black

Preacher Man

and

Behind Every Dark Cloud - The Critically Acclaimed Novel - The Second Edition

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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Small Miracles! (Mellandra Patterson and "The Barbie's")

The lovely Mellandra Patterson was ecstatic to move into her newly renovated office building. During the past several months, Mellandra and her co-workers conducted official business in a temporary location several blocks away. They all referred to their temporary office as a "fish bowl" because the walls were made of glass, and they moved around the edifice like fish in a bowl. One could practically look down the corridor and see another person working in their office.

Mellandra secretly referred to her co-workers as the "Barbie's" because of their long blond hair, railing thin bodies and silicone enhanced breasts. While working in the "fish bowl," Mellandra became a little annoyed because the "Barbie's" would sit at their desks with the office lights turned off. One "Barbie" claimed that she didn't know how to turn on the lights.

On the first day in their new office, the "Barbie's" had miraculously learned to turn on the lights in their new "Dream House" all by themselves. There was no sitting in the dark and no waiting for someone to turn on the lights. "Small miracles!" Mellandra announced as she entered "Barbie's Dream House" for the very first time.

Later that afternoon, Mellandra decided to grab a quick bite to eat and fill up her gas tank at a convenience store several blocks away. After she had pumped a tank of regular gas into her SUV, Mellandra returned to the driver's side of her vehicle, bathed her hands with sanitizer and pulled a large banana from her tote bag. She peeled the fruit very slowly and placed the thick, long banana in her mouth. While her full lips encircled the fruit and turning the ignition switch, Mellandra turned to her left and brought into vision the most handsomest man she has ever seen. He returned Mellandra's lustful stare as he began to pump fuel into his late model sports car. Mellandra held the banana between her delightful lips as she continued her gaze.

After several seconds had passed, Mellandra thought, "I guess I should turn my head, swallow this, eat this banana or spit it out. This is so embarrassing. I wonder what he must think of me." The handsome man thought, "Damn! That girl got some mad skills!"

Behind Every Dark Cloud
Until next week, keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

"When I read your stories, it is truly like a box of cherries, I NEVER know WHAT I'm gonna get." ~ a regular blog reader


In The Black

Preacher Man

and

Behind Every Dark Cloud - The Critically Acclaimed Novel - The Second Edition

Available at www.xlibris.com www.amazon.com www.barnesandnoble.com - Charles Carroll Lee. Soft cover and ebook.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Get Out...Before We Get Arrested!

Sitting inside of her car in a surface parking lot with dozens of other vehicles, Janelle McQueen asked, "So, where do you want to go for lunch?" in Dennis Johnson's direction. She searched for the ignition key on her cluttered key ring and was surprised that she had left her luxury car unlocked.
"Anywhere would be fine with me," Dennis replied as he sat on the passenger's side of Janelle's late model vehicle. With a puzzled look on  his face, Dennis quickly scanned the inside of Janelle's car. Dennis finally said, "I'm glad Sam Harlow, our CEO, is on vacation this week."
Janelle tried to insert the newly found key into the ignition switch and realized that it doesn't fit. "What is wrong with this key?" she asked aloud. "Where did Mr. Harlow go on vacation?"
"Is that the right key?" asked Dennis, ignoring Janelle's last question.
In frustration, Janelle replied, "Yes, it's the key to this vehicle." She then opened her large handbag to retrieve a spare key.

"I think Mr. Harlow went to the Bahamas or somewhere like that. He got mad the other day because he had me embed the wrong YouTube link on his presentation to the board of directors."
Struggling to get the key into the ignition and becoming increasingly frustrated, Janelle asked, "Really? What was the on link, and why is he mad at you?"
"The link was from the cartoon, 'Tom and Jerry.' They were chasing each other - as usual. Mr. Harlow said that I should have asked why he was using a link from a cartoon. I told him that it wasn't my place to question my supervisor. I thought he wanted to add some humor to the presentation. It was horrible enough. He also said that the board of directors probably thinks that he is a little wacko. I didn't disagree," Dennis replied as he looked in the backseat of Janelle's car. He then looked to his left and then his right.

All of a sudden, Janelle shouted, "What is wrong with this car and these keys?! None of them work!"
"Can I ask you a question?"
Exhaling from frustration, Janelle asked, "Yes, what is it?"
"When did you and your husband, Dylan, have another baby?"
"What?! What are you talking about? she asked in a confused state. "We only have Michael, and he's a teenager," stated Janelle.
Gauging his dear friend and co-worker, Dennis replied, "Well, I noticed that there's a child safety seat in the back of this strange vehicle. And there's a car to our right that I think maybe yours with the same color and everything."
"What?!" Janelle shouted as she inspected the backseat and then the interior of the car. Janelle exclaimed, "Oh God! This isn't my car! No wonder the keys didn't work! We are in the wrong one! Get out, Dennis, before we get arrested! Get out! And don't tell anyone about this!" as she made a hasty exit.
"Okay. I won't," replied Dennis as he stumbled out of the strange car while laughing hysterically.

Until next week, keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

"When I read your stories, it is truly like a box of cherries, I NEVER know WHAT I'm gonna get." ~ a regular blog reader
In The Black





In The Black

Preacher Man

and

Behind Every Dark Cloud - The Critically Acclaimed Novel - The Second Edition

Available at www.xlibris.com www.amazon.com www.barnesandnoble.com - Charles Carroll Lee. Soft cover and ebook.