My Father's Fateful Day
The day August 23rd had come. The planes that my father should have been flying were broken into tiny pieces. No. No. that’s right, one of them flew away into far mountains. But I suspect it crashed into a mountain or somewhere. Everyone except my father thought that he had been controlling the planes. They thought it was all because his fault so the business deal went south. Probably my father walked to the apron whistling and singing ‘Take it Easy’ only to find wreckage of the aircrafts and very angry people. What was going through his head at that time I wondered? The supervisor probably yelled at him for crashing the planes.
Well I was in the garden still doing the water pistol experiment thinking about many things and it was beginning to get dark and then my father came home. He was not whistling the song ‘Take it Easy’. Rather, seemed dreadfully devastated.
“Wow! It was a horrible day! The worst day ever! The worst day ever since the bigbang of the universe! I’m doomed...”
Shouting all kinds of profanities and words of despair he went into the house and I followed him. Then my mother said naively,
“Oh, you’re going out to celebrate, aren’t you?”
So my father walked to the living room and sat on a sofa, then began to speak to my mother,
“It was the worst! The worst day ever since the bigbang of the universe! I’m doomed..."
"What?"
"The planes crashed! The business meeting was trashed.”
“Then, will there be no party tonight?”
“A party tonight! Why do you even ask? It’s quite obvious! There won’t be!”
“So I have to go to buy something for dinner.”
“I don’t want to eat anything!”
He was still going off shouting but after a while he laid down on the sofa and fell asleep. But I wasn’t worried. I thought that Operation ‘Double’ seemed to be successful and there would be no celebration and no wake. I’ve done it!! I thought so for a while. But the telephone rang and my father woke up and took the call.
“Hello… What? Will hold a party to comfort me? Tonight? But…”
Listening to his words, soon I recognized that they would hold a comforting party tonight! This was not good! So I hurried to my room to listen to the conversation. Doc had predicted such a situation and invented a wiretap several days ago. He gave it to me when I went to his laboratory. Latter I attached it to my houses telephone. Then I listened in.
“Why did you fly the planes so awfully?”
I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the guy who gave Doc all the information surrounding my father’s death in the garden at my house.
“Well, I can’t remember almost anything.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“Well I remember going to the toilet before the flight.”
“Yes.”
“And immediately after I did a piss, I fainted.”
“Oh.”
“And when I came to, I saw a guy who looked very much like me and he told me to go to the apron handing me the transmitter and glasses. And when I got there everything was a mess.”
“The guy looked very much like you? That can’t be!”
“But it is true!”
“Have you gone mad? Or it might be a Doppelganger Phenomenon.”
“What is Doppelganger Phenomenon?”
“It means that your death is approaching!”
His statement shocked me. Then the conversation continued.
“What on earth did you say?”
“No. No. It’s just a joke.”
“It’s a bad joke!”
“Well, anyhow, there is no point in worrying about what you’ve done. Well, we’ll hold a party to comfort you. And it’s good to think of the next project. Anyhow, think positively! Some of the staff are going to attend the party.”
“Well…”
“Come on! It’s the Chinese restaurant ‘Flying Squid’ on First Avenue, at 7:30pm.”
“Hmm…”
“Come on anyway!”
“Well… OK. I’ll come!”
“Very good. I think it’s no good sleeping on a sofa in despair.”
“Did you see what I have done?”
“Don’t worry. You were doing exactly the same thing when you crashed that jet. Anyhow, come on and drink!”
“OK.”
“And after the party we’ll go to a Karaoke lounge. How about ‘Marine Bottom’?”
“OK. Sounds good. So, see you at ‘Flying Squid’ at 7:30pm.”
They will hold a comforting party tonight!
Great Scott!
