The Disappeared Reappeared

You might recall an earlier posting about men bearing books never to be seen again...
Well, the other day I missed my bus and was waiting for the light to change when who should
I run into but Mr.UN Advisor. He either didn't see me or hoped he was invisible but I said to him
"Hello Mr.UN"...he did a pretty admirable job looking genuinely surprised and an even better job of
looking slightly sheepish. So we were kind of forced to make nice and walk together. I didn't say anything
about his disappearance, and neither did he. We just walked awkwardly up the street.
I asked about his next posting and he replied that they were sending him to Afghanistan. I smiled ever so sweetly and said "Oh dear, I remember you saying that was the last place you wanted them to send you. That's really too bad". I really wanted to say "gosh, I sure hope a stray bullet doesn't get you in the ass, asshole".
But why go there with this jerk?
 It's enough to know that they are sending him to hell.

Will Get To The BLEEP Later...

Could anything be more scarier than waking up from a bad dream to
find a strange man standing in silhouette at your bedroom door?
There may be a few things scarier than that but the other night I awoke
from a really bad dream, to see a man standing in my doorway, only to
wake up from that dream within a dream. It was so scary.
And I was alone. My kids were at their dads as it was his week with them.

I couldn't get back to sleep. I went on Facebook. I called my friend and talked.
I was very grateful that my friend took my 4:00 am call, and grateful that another
friend said I could reach them on Facebook anytime they were online.

I hate to say it, but I really wished there was a man that I liked in my bed that night,
and not an imaginary madkiller lurking in the doorway!