Mister

Another work day...in the outdoor
The well-respected high society lady (now old) asked the workman, " Please,  Mister, could you tell me what to do?"
He worked on maintenance jobs,  not in the care of the residents.  Salty tears in his coffee - not his cup of tea. 
If this were the last day of life, would you pay attention to each detail of an otherwise mundane task?  How about: be more thankful for each breath?  Be aware of others' feelings?  Speak more carefully,  showing compassion?  Would every detail of The All feel more sacred?
"Mister, could you please tell me what to do?"  This was the twelfth  time she'd asked him.  As he climbed down the ladder,  he said,  "Yes, I'll tell you...
Go fuck yourself. "
" Well, that isn't very nice."  Then, "Hey, Mister, can you tell me what to do?"
Out the indoor, he slipped away and had a beer.  Live life as if your life depended on it.  Time flies like the wind; fruit flies like bananas. 

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