Day 4 "A 70" Distraction"

This morning I woke up on day five of my long work week, and already I was filling up my next two days off with more than I could possibly accomplish...all in the hopes that I could possibly distract myself completely from my past, a past that never ceases to play as white noise in the silence...always in the background of my mind.

Shave.

Shower.

Towel dry.

Blue jeans and black shirt.

Eat cereal.

Gel my thinning hair.

Stare in the mirror, looking for age lines.

Brushing my teeth, flossing my teeth...mouth washing my teeth.

Wash, rinse, repeat… my life.

Putting on my jacket, shoes, my rings and cologne, I grabbed my car keys and headed down the steps to the door, but I could feel someone watching me. I turned around to see Danbox standing at the top of the stairs, just staring at me.

"Hey little buddy, you're up early...feel like having a boring day at work with me today?"

Just then Danbox made his way down the stairs to me. It takes him a while as he is quite small to the average step.

"I take that as a yes." I said with a bit of a chuckle.

We made it to work by ten-thirty am, and by one pm I was caught up in the endless cycle of humans dedicated to trying to find a way to better me on the price of whatever it was that they sought to take home from this computer retail store today.

"Can you do better than fifty percent off?" they would ask.

"Sure can" I would say

"Really?" they would reply.

"How does saving a hundred percent sound to you?"

I can see their beady and greedy eyes open up in victory.

"That would be amazing!" They would say excitedly. "How?"

"Don't buy it!

At this they usually don't share my laugh with me, which is just fine because I thought it was clever.

Throughout the day I managed to catch glimpses of Danbox roaming the many corners of the store.

He started at the camera counter, followed by playing some Angry Birds, followed by some time at the service desk, then to the tablet demo, followed by following every attractive woman that entered the store. As I closed out my till I lost track of the little box man. I searched the floor for him for about ten minutes without success, until I spotted him transfixed in front of a huge seventy inch Sharp television playing Rango. I watched him for about five minutes, he never moved, not even slightly.

I envied him for those five minutes and thanked him all at the same time. For it was in those five minutes that I knew that he had found something that completely distracted him from whatever it was that he was dealing with on the inside...and for those five minutes as I watched him, I was completely distracted from my white noise as well.

"Thank you Danbox, for reminding me, if only briefly, that moments of silence still exist".