The Preposition

That's all I got, to use the vernacular.  I wasn't going to go.  It has been rainy and when I got up from a nap Friday afternoon, I suddenly wasn't feeling so well.  I didn't think I'd really enjoy myself, didn't think I'd get my money's worth.  It's not about the price.  It's about what you take away from the experience.  So I drove back to my mother's and asked her what she wanted to eat.  

"I'm o.k.  I had a cheese sandwich a little while ago."  

When I talked to her, she kept saying, "What?"  Of course, she didn't have her hearing aids in.  It kind of sent me over the edge.  I was looking at another long and boring night with no reprieve in sight.  I jumped up and said, "O.K., I'll be back.  I've got to get something to eat."

The sushi place was packed, but the hostess squeezed me in between two parties.  On my right was a big, goofy fellow who had the personality of a jr. high school boy and his fat girlfriend.  They talked loudly and guffawed between bites.  On my left were two young women who looked like they'd come down from their cabin dressed for the buffet on a cruise ship.  One woman had her back to me.  The other did all the talking.  She was very dramatic and acted out her stories with her whole being.  

The waitress took a long time to get to me, so she chatted me up a bit in apology.  

"My name is Eva.  I've seen you here before," she said.  

"Yea. . . if you are going to be eating alone on a Friday night, the only place you don't stand out is at a sushi bar."

She laughed at that, holding her hand over her mouth.  I thought it was cute.

"Yea, you might get looked at sideways sitting in a booth alone."

Yup.  

I got home in time to put together my mother's eight o'clock meds.  

The End.  

It is Saturday.  It is cloudy and rainy.  In my case, gloomy.  My mother has taken her eight o'clock meds.  A.M.  I need to put together her two o'clock meds.  My knee is still swollen and hurting, so I don't think I'll be doing a long walk today.  I think about getting lunch at my buddy's place on the Boulevard and drinking.  I need to quit drinking, but on a day like this. . . .  Yea.  Tomorrow.  There is nothing we cannot do tomorrow.  

Tech billionaires are running the global markets.  That's what they say.  And they are getting ready to crash it.  It must be true.  I read it.  Just like 1929 they say.  It'll be o.k. if you like soup.  

That does sound good.  I think I'll make a pot of soup for dinner tonight.  And so. . . there it is. . . something to look forward to.  

Try not ending that in a preposition.