Thursday, September 30, 2010
the philosophy teacher kicks the cat
It was raining Mr. Peters had a cup of warm coffee in his hand and was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread as he sat at a local cafe in paris France. This was the life he though to him self he could see him self retiring her, it wouldn't be two long from now anyway. He was a 57 year old Philosophy teacher, teaching at Cornell University. The class was currently taking a trip to France to do a brief study on the Philosophy of French life. In this moment with a handful of his students they were soaking up the Parisian lifestyle. Inside the cozy cafe he had taken shelter in, he was sitting at the window watching people rush into shops to avoid the rain and a pair of lovers walking hand in hand casting go goo eyes at each other, oblivious of the rain. As he shifted in his chair his phone went off jerking him back out of his head with a loud shrill -briiing, followed by obnoxious vibrations. In his alarm he spilled his coffee on his white button down shirt and in reaction bolted out of his seat, getting annoyed glances in his direction. He answered the phone and the first thing he hears is his wife shouting, she never understood that you didnt have to shout for people to hear you over the phone. She was shouting, JOhn!, I cant hear you!! AS he walked outside, Stained shirt and all a cab swings around the corner and splashes him soaking his shoes! With a frustrated huff he turns around and runs into a cat brushing up aginst his leg. The philosophy teacher kicks the cat. ---and marches away
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