Dick in the dirt

Dick in the Dirt
My story starts about a year and a half ago. My life took a total dive. I was laid off my job of five years and saw no hope of getting to go back. My wife had lost her job 3 months before me. We had just been hanging on to our house and car when we found out that she had cancer. It wasn’t three weeks later she was gone. Just that fast. I was lost after 25 years of marriage just gone. No insurance, cards maxed out.
No where to go or ask for help. Just hit rock bottom.
I kept just ahead of the repo people with my car and found a room to rent that I could afford on my unemployment but it was getting ready to run out. I was close to just driving into a tree and being done with it. I had been every where looking for work but I’m 55 and lots of places don’t want to hire us older folks even tho I had perfect attendance at my job. Guess they don”t want to chance training us and then have us get sick like the wife did and then cost them a bundle. I had just hid from life.
I got a call on my cell phone 2 days before it was to be shut off. I had a interview with a company that repairs fax/copy machines. There were willing to train me. I was good with my hands and a lot of the repairs you called in to a Tech so you didn’t have to carry a ton of manuals with you. I started the next day and with in three weeks was out on my own.
I had to travel a lot and covered the northern half of two states. Which was great
to be out of the house. Most were easy fix’s but I had one stop that came up almost every week. I was starting to think that the ladies in the office did things just so I had to come in. I found out a week later when two of the three were out for lunch that they were in deed doing just that.
The gal that told me I hardly even knew she was there. She was kinda plain and sat behind the others were you didnt really notice her. She was shy and you had to work to get her to speak to you. The other two were always right up rubbing on me to see what I was doing. Both of them were mid 30s and over weight. I’m not much for bigger ladies but was nice to get attention. I always got cookies or a pie when I went in. I did start calling the shy one to see when the other two were going to lunch so I didnt have to be grouped while I was there. I got to know the shy one by her being the only one in. Karen was her name and she finally starting talking to me after about a month of hiding from the other two which she thought was just to funny.
I found out she had just lost her husband 6 months ago. I told her about my wife andwe were able to talk. Turns out she was a real sweet lady. After another month of hide and seek I asked her out and she said no. I was kind of heartbroken.