I came in from work, changed out of my uniform, and checked on my girls and wife. All sleeping soundly.
I found myself pacing a little, up and down the house. Something was agitating me.
I grabbed the work cell as I pulled a long neck from the 'fridge. Cracked open the Blue Moon Belgian White Wheat Ale as the phone rang to the work cell of the guy who had just relieved me a little bit earlier at work.
"You busy?" I inquired when he answered.
"No, what's up?" he sounded a little surprised, and maybe a little glad to hear my voice. Huh. I would have thought otherwise.
"Just checking on something. Dude, when we were doing pass-on a little while ago, things seemed, uh, tense. Wanted to see if I was pissing you off somehow."
"Oh. That. Sorry, man. My wife had just chewed my hide before I came in. That's all," he said. He sounded a little embarassed.
"That's it? You sure? Anything you need me to do? I don't want stuff to fester," I pestered.
"Nope. It's not you-- I'm just an ass, is all," he responded with a chuckle. "But thanks for your concern."
"Heh. It was completely selfish, you may be certain of that, brother," I said with a smirk. "I have to sleep, sometime, and I sleep fitfully if I think that I've screwed up."
"Well then, be safe. G'night," I said as I hung up.
I took a swig of the Blue Moon. Yum, yum. I don't care if it is mass-produced; it's a tasty beer.
Then I thought: John Wayne never would have made that call. Ahab would be quite ashamed of me. Maybe I am getting too much soy (and its attending synthetic estrogen) in my diet...