| Yes! I am a man. I will be a leader and provider. This is a
man's world: built by men and fought for by men. The fate
of society rest firmly on my shoulders. I will descide what
is to be done. The right man at the right time can change
the course of history. That's me.
I have taken control of my life and will seize any opportunity.
I am a school bus driver. I am proud.
The Sister's of Perpetual Chastity have hired me to drive
their debutants to Camp Mud Pie. I am in control. The
debutants are chatty and there is much laughter. I remain
calm. I am their bus driver.
Bam! Sputter! Flop, flop, flop! I have a flat tire. The debutants
shriek as I struggle to steer the bus to side of the road.
I stop the bus and go outside first; to inspect. Yes. I have a
flat tire: front left.
There are a dozen debutants exiting the bus. I tell them it
will take a hour for me to change the tire. They are dissapointed.
They want to walk to Camp Mud Pie. I am the leader and...
explain that we are several miles from the camp. They want
water and food. I take charge and offer them, Fleischmann's Vodka,
PeachTree Schnapps and Vera Cruz Tequila with crackers and
cheese. This is my dinner, but I am the care giver.
In a short time they are all happy. I can concentrate on the work
to be done. A man's job.
The frivolity of the debutants is interfering with my work. They have
thrown off their plaid skirts and pressed white blouses. It is chaos.
I must take charge. I order them to go play in the woods. I have
work to be done. They obey. I am the man.
I smile. The Sister's will be pleased with my leadership abilities.
I have successfully changed a tire. Now, it is time to gather up
the debutants. I call into the woods, but there is no responce.
I must begin a search.
I discover a river. There are many bare foot prints on the bank.
There are also boot prints. The foot prints lead to a mill. I can
hear singing. The debutants have found a crew of lumber jacks.
They are all drinking beer and eating sandwiches. It is time for
an anouncement. I stand on a stump and shout to the debutants:
"The tire is changed! It's time to go back to the bus!"
There is laughter as two lumber jacks toss me into the river.
I am calm and in control. The reasonable course of action is to
take the bus to Camp Mud Pie. After explaining what had happenned
to the camp leader Fr. Ducette, I am fired. I except this calmly like
a man. ..