Thunder and Lightening
Chapter 2
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Jerry Smith slammed the telephone down and sat in his chair 
fuming. His wife had just come home from shopping and 
discovered that he had cleared out all of his clothes and tools. She 
had asked how he could dare do that to her considering how much 
she had supported him, given birth to his two children, and slaved 
in the house. She kept asking who the whore was he had found and 
had screeched at him that the neighbors would all know that he left 
her for some crack whore.

Even though he was angry, his rage was still well under control. 
Sitting at his desk, he stared at his hands wondering why he had 
been cursed with such massive paws. They weren't good for 
anything except destruction. Never had he been able to use them to 
create something. If he worked on anything for any length of time, 
hard rough calluses would form. When his hands were callused, his 
wife would flinch in pain when he touched her body.

Looking down at the desk, he realized he had failed to fax in his 
order for replacement parts. If Mike had done that, he would have 
yelled at him for an hour. It was his fault today and he just shook 
his head. Talking out loud, he said, "It's just not worth getting 
angry about it."

He faxed in the order pushing the buttons on the fax machine with 
his fat fingers. Much to his surprise, the machine didn't jam like it 
usually did. The rage inside him seemed almost disappointed.

Stepping out of his office, he went to the back door and looked 
over his truck. New tires and brakes made it safe to drive. After 
Mike came back from lunch, he'd take it out for a drive and see 
how it ran. Returning to the counter, he told Mike, "It's almost 
lunch time. I'll see you when you get back."

Mike had heard him talking on the phone and was worried his boss 
would come out of the office angry. That Jerry appeared calm was 
very uncharacteristic and it made him wonder if the man had lost it 
somehow. Not wanting to provoke his boss, he said, "I'll be back in 
an hour."

"Take your time," replied Jerry as he settled in the chair at the 
counter. It was a slow day, which was fine with him. Getting out a 
pad of paper, he started making a list of the things that he needed 
to do over the next few days. He guessed the first thing he needed 
to do was find a place to live. While the office couch was okay for 
a night or two, it wasn't appropriate for the long term.

Shortly after Mike left for lunch, a man came in the store and 
stepped up to the counter. Having taken a moment to look over his 
truck, Jerry was at the back door and heard the noise. Looking 
around, the guy called out, "Anyone here?"

"Coming," answered Jerry as he headed to the front of the store. 
Reaching the counter, he asked, "What can I do for you?"

The man asked, "Are you Jerry Smith?"

"Yes, I am," answered Jerry wondering how the guy knew his 
name. The guy wasn't dressed up enough to be a lawyer hired by 
his wife.

"I've got your car out front. Where do you want it?"

"Put it in the back next to the truck. Don't block the truck though."

"By the way, I put the bumper that was on the hood in the back 
seat. Your car must have really hit it hard to bend it like that."

Jerry frowned at the reminder of his actions the previous day. 
Shaking his head, "I'm afraid I bent it."

"Sure as hell bent it," replied the tow truck driver with a grin at the 
understatement. The bumper was bent into the shape of a 
horseshoe. He had been puzzling over the bumper ever since he 
saw it lying on the hood of the car. He added, "I have no idea how 
a car could bend it into that shape." 

"I bent it," answered Jerry with an emphasis on the first word.

About to make a smart-ass remark, the driver paled when he finally 
understood what Jerry meant. Looking at the huge man, he realized 
just how strong the guy had to be in order to have bent the fender. 
He said, "Oh shit!"

Jerry frowned as he said, "I think I'm going to hang it on my wall 
as a reminder of what happens when I lose my temper."

"I'll park your car in the back, just like you asked." The driver 
backed out of the building and returned to his truck. 

Jerry hadn't meant to scare the guy, but he wasn't going to lie to 
him either. After a minute, he realized that he would have to pay 
the guy for towing the car and headed to the back of the store with 
some cash from the register. Stepping out into the back, he 
watched the guy back the car next to the truck. The guy double-
checked to make sure that the car wasn't blocking the truck. 

Jerry watched the driver remove the tow bar from the car. On the 
ground was a trail of oil that had been left by the car while it had 
been towed. Going back into the store he searched for something to 
put under the car to catch the oil. All he could find was a box, so 
he filled it with some newspaper to absorb the oil and threw in a 
generator that had been returned as defective to weigh the box 
down. Returning outside, he slid the box under the car as the driver 
waited for him to pay.

Jerry went over to the driver and asked, "How much?"

"Paying cash?"

"Yeah."

"Fifty."

Jerry counted out fifty and handed the money to the driver. 
Accepting the cash, the driver asked, "What are you going to do 
with that old truck?"

"Fix it up and drive it."

"Looks like you have a lot of work ahead of you. Are you planning 
to show it or something?" asked the driver. He had towed a lot of 
cars in worse condition to folks intending to fix them up. Most 
folks never fixed them, but judging by the business this guy was in 
the chances were good that it would be restored to mint condition.

Jerry looked at the truck and realized what it had come to mean to 
him. He answered, "That truck is me on the inside. All beat up, 
rusted, worn down, and left on the back of the lot to be ignored. 
Yeah, it'll be a lot of work fixing us up. When I'm done, I'll 
probably show it around. However, it is going to fulfill its function 
in life too."

"Well, I wish you luck," replied the driver. Shaking his head, he 
returned to the tow truck and left.

Jerry went back into the store to wait for customers. He took calls 
from repair shops, pulled orders, and piled them up on the counter. 
The runner came and went several times, picking up the orders to 
deliver. The time passed and he started to get hungry, but Mike 
wasn't back from lunch. The day before, he would have been 
furious. Instead of getting angry, he just went to the back door 
occasionally and examined the truck. His eyes didn't see it as it 
was, but how it would look when he was finished with it.

Finally, he returned to the counter and sat down. There was a stand 
of key rings on the corner of the counter and he absently examined 
them. There were two that had lightning patterns on them, but were 
slightly different. He picked them up and examined them. 
Selecting one, he put the keys to the truck on it. 

Almost an hour and a half after he had left for lunch, Mike came 
rushing in followed by his wife. When he realized that his wife had 
followed him in, he turned and half whispered, "Get out of here. 
You don't want to see this."

Jerry looked up at the commotion and said, "Ah, you're back. Did 
you have a good lunch?"

Mike slowly looked over at Jerry and answered, "I'm sorry about 
being late."

"Hey, I told you to take your time," replied Jerry. Grabbing his list 
and his keys, he stood and headed towards the back of the store. 
He called over his shoulder, "Watch the store. I'll be back in an 
hour or two."

Mike watched Jerry walk out the back of the store. Turning to his 
wife, he said, "I don't think he's feeling okay."

Jerry headed down the street intending to hit the burger joint where 
he usually had lunch. Rather than rushing there to get through the 
meal as fast as he could, he took his time and looked around for a 
change. For the first time, he noticed a little restaurant called the 
Crimson Rose Bistro tucked away a little off the main road. At the 
last minute, he decided to try the place and turned into the parking 
lot. The driver behind him honked his horn and shot him the finger. 
Jerry ignored him and pulled into a spot next to a Mercedes.

Getting out of the truck, he looked down at himself taking stock of 
his clothing. He was wearing a pair of business casual pants and a 
white shirt. Neither one of them was dirty. Turning to the truck, he 
said, "There shouldn't be any problem with eating in a place with 
real silverware for a change."

Entering the restaurant, Jerry was shocked to find it was filled with 
little two and four person tables. The majority of clients were 
middle-aged women with two or three to a table. There were two 
couples, both with men who looked to him to be a little dainty to 
be considered men. An attractive young woman in her late twenties 
came over to him with a pair of menus in her hand and asked, 
"Table for two?"

"One, please," replied Jerry feeling very out of place. 

A puzzled expression came over her face as she looked at him. He 
wasn't the type of person who came into this kind of place. She led 
him to a table for two wondering if it was large enough for him. 
Seating himself on the small chair, he dwarfed the table making it 
look like he was balancing a plate between his legs. Lifting an 
eyebrow, she handed him a menu and asked, "Would you like 
something to drink?"

Uncomfortable by the surroundings and the attention his arrival 
had provoked, Jerry answered, "Yes, please. I'd like an ice tea."

The pretty waitress smiled and said, "I'll be right back with your 
tea."

Jerry set both elbows on the edges of the table and leaned forward 
to read the menu. The first time through, he thought it was written 
in French. The second time he read it, he realized that it was 
English but he didn't recognize a single item on the menu. Puzzled, 
he stared at the menu trying to decide what he should do. 'What in 
the hell was Portobello Mushroom? Was it a kind of mushroom or 
was it a way of preparing them?'

The waitress returned with iced tea served in a tall thin glass. After 
setting it on the table, she asked, "Did you decide what you want 
yet?"

Taking a deep breath, Jerry gestured with a finger for her to come 
closer. When she leaned down, he whispered, "I guess you figured 
out that I don't really belong in here."

His whisper was like a normal speaking voice and most of the 
women turned to look over at him. Cautious, she answered, "The 
thought did cross my mind."

"It crossed my mind. In fact, that thought is still ricocheting around 
in that empty space called my skull." He waved a finger through 
the air as though it were a bullet ricocheting around in a small area.

As she tittered at his reply, he spread his hands as he said, "Last 
night, I came pretty close to getting killed. This morning, I decided 
that I was going to live life a little more fully. Now, this place is 
something I would never have tried before, but I'm going to try it. 
After all, isn't trying new things part of living life to the fullest?"

Tilting her head as though reassessing him, she suddenly relaxed 
and smiled at him. Laying a hand on his arm, she answered, "Yes, 
it is."

"So in that spirit, I have to admit that I don't recognize a single 
thing on the menu. Why don't you pick out something for me to 
try?" He smiled up at her as he made the request. Her casual touch 
on his arm meant more than he could put into words.

His honest candor was disarming and the woman found herself 
warming up to him. She asked, "What if you don't like it?"

Jerry was quiet for a moment as he considered the possibility and 
then answered, "Then I learn something new."

He reached over to the glass of iced tea and removed the straw. 
The glass was two inches in diameter and six inches tall. Holding 
the glass between two fingers and his thumb, he drained it in one 
swallow. The waitress had watched him down the glassful of tea 
and couldn't resist smiling when he said, "Interesting. I would 
never have thought of serving iced tea in a glass that holds a single 
sip."

The waitress made up her mind that she actually liked this guy and 
patted him on the shoulder. With a smile, she said, "You stay right 
here. I'll fix you up with a lunch that you'll enjoy."

In the kitchen, she emptied the water from one of the water 
pitchers and filled it with tea. She called over to the chef, "Make a 
Chicken Caesar Salad, but super size it."

After the chef had finished, she came out of the kitchen carrying 
the salad and the pitcher of iced tea. The salad was three times the 
size they normally served. She set the plate in front of him and the 
pitcher of tea within his reach. Pointing to the dish, she said, "This 
is a Chicken Caesar Salad. It has Romaine Lettuce, Croutons, 
Parmesan Cheese, and is topped with sliced chicken. It's the only 
thing we have with meat and I figured you are probably a meat 
eater."

Jerry smiled and commented, "It's a good sized salad. To tell the 
truth, I kind of expected the servings to be a lot smaller."

The waitress bent down and whispered, "I asked the Chef to make 
it big. I figured you are probably a man who enjoys a good sized 
meal."

Realizing that it was his large stature at work, a slight frown 
crossed his face. Then the idea that she had made the effort to 
make sure that he was satisfied with the meal cheered him up. 
Bursting into a heartfelt smile, he said, "Thank you. I appreciate 
that."

She had seen the frown cross his face and wondered if there was a 
story behind it, but the smile was genuine and that warmed her 
heart. She said, "I'll let you eat."

Jerry refilled the glass of iced tea and drank it down. Grabbing the 
fork, he dug into his food. The salad was very different than the 
typical lettuce with thousand island dressing that he usually had, 
but it was good. The chicken helped fill out the salad in a way he 
hadn't expected. 

As he ate, he examined his surroundings. There were little 
paintings of different kinds of flowers on the walls. The walls 
themselves were covered with striped wallpaper in a pattern that 
mixed strips of pale green, white, and light pink in a random 
pattern. The curtains around the windows were made of lace. Each 
table was covered with a linen tablecloth and had a small vase with 
a single flower stuck in it. The impression the room gave was very 
feminine and not the kind of place that he would have chosen to 
eat had he known what it was like inside. 

The women in the room whispered to each other in intimate 
conversations, chatted about stores located in various places, or 
discussed fashions. He couldn't hear the details of their talk, but he 
heard enough to form an opinion about the women around him. 
None of them worked. Instead, they lived off the sweat of their 
husbands. He never heard one of them express any kind of 
appreciation for what their husband did for her.

When he finished the salad, he sat back feeling satisfied and full. 
The waitress had done a good job in selecting a meal for him. She 
showed up to remove the plate and smiled as she said, "Either you 
liked it or you really had to work to get all of it down."

Jerry laughed at her joke and replied, "I liked it."

She smiled at his reaction and said, "I'm glad. Would you like a 
desert?"

"Normally, I would say no, but I've really enjoyed myself. Sure, I'll 
take a desert."

She leaned down and asked, "Do you like chocolate?"

Confused, he answered, "Yeah, I guess so."

She whispered in his ear, "I have this killer chocolate desert. The 
women in here won't order it unless there are three of them to share 
it because it is so rich. You'll love it."

Jerry looked at the waitress appreciating her efforts to make him 
comfortable. Smiling, he said, "I'll try it."

"I'll bring out some coffee to go with it. Do you like it with cream 
or sugar?"

"I drink it black," he replied. 

Jerry enjoyed the desert tremendously. He ate and drank his coffee 
from the massive mug she had given him, not knowing it was 
normally used as a soup cup. He watched as the women slowly 
emptied from the restaurant. It wasn't long before he was the last 
customer in the place. 

The waitress sat down in the chair across from him and said, "It's 
such a pleasure to see a real man eat. None of the picky questions 
about fat content, calories, carbohydrates, or brand names."

Very surprised she had joined him at the table, he tried to come up 
with some sort of comeback. Weakly, he said, "I like food."

She smiled at him and said, "I bet you would love my roast cooked 
with potatoes and carrots. I make brown gravy out of the drippings 
that tastes out of this world. I usually serve it with some corn on 
the cob and occasionally some spinach."

"I didn't see that on the menu," replied Jerry wondering how he 
had missed that dish.

She laughed as though he had made a great joke and replied, "I'd 
lose every one of my customers if I put that on the menu. No, I 
only cook that at home."

"Well, it sure sounds good."

"Thanks," answered the waitress. She was quiet as though she 
expected him to say something. 

Jerry sat there realizing that the burden of the conversation was on 
him, but he couldn't think of anything to say. After an awkward 
minute of quiet he said, "My name is Jerry. What's yours?"

"I'm Jenny."

"Well, Jenny. I've really enjoyed lunch today. Usually, I go to the 
burger place down the street and grab a burger before going back 
to the store. I'm very glad that I came in here for a change."

"Oh, you work around here?"

"Yeah, I'm the manager of the auto parts store four blocks from 
here." Jerry was embarrassed to say that after years of his wife 
telling him that it was a loser job. 

"Don't you hate the paperwork that goes with running a business? I 
swear, I spend four hours serving and eight hours doing 
paperwork," replied Jenny.

Jerry had not realized she was the owner of the restaurant and his 
estimate of her went up another notch. He agreed with her, "You 
bet. I have a problem keeping employees, but that is due to my 
personality."

"You seem nice enough to me," remarked Jenny.

"I have a problem with my temper," replied Jerry. He shifted 
uncomfortably on the chair and added, "That's not good for 
someone my size."

"What's wrong with your size?" asked Jenny. She had always been 
attracted to big men. Her father had been a big man and she adored 
her father. When things were scary, he would wrap his big arms 
around her making her feel safe and secure.

"I'm a freak of nature," replied Jerry with a frown as he glanced 
down at his massive paws that were called hands.

Jenny looked at her watch and said, "Oh my, I didn't realize it was 
getting so late. I've got to clear the tables before the dishwasher 
leaves."

Jerry looked over at her wondering if she agreed with his 
assessment of himself and had changed the subject. When he 
looked at his watch, he was surprised at how late it was. He said, 
"I've got to run by the bank before I get back to the store. I better 
go. How much do I owe you?"

Smiling at him, she said, "Don't worry about it. Next time you 
come back, I'll charge you double."

He was about to argue, but realized that it was actually an 
invitation to come back. Grinning, he said, "I'll take you up on that. 
I'll be back Friday."

Smiling, she led him to the door where she said, "I'm looking 
forward to it."

Jerry went out to his truck and sat in the driver's seat happy. The 
rage had retreated a great distance. Sitting there reflecting on his 
lunch, he realized he had laughed and joked with an attractive 
young woman. Patting the steering wheel, he said, "Well, Thunder. 
You got new tires and new brakes today. It looks like I just got me 
a new friend. We're both well on our way to getting rebuilt."

He started the truck, listening to the low rumble of the muffler and 
said, "Tomorrow, a new muffler."

With a low roar, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the 
bank. Reaching it, he went in and stood in a line that was shorter 
than normal. He realized the reason the line was short was the time 
of day. Normally, he came in during the lunch hour and the line 
was horribly long. He filed away the information for later use. 
Reaching the counter, he hemmed for a moment and then asked, 
"What is the balance in my savings account?"

After the getting the account information, the woman behind the 
counter looked up the amount. Squinting to make out the numbers, 
she looked at the screen and said, "You have $12,546."

He took his slip and made out the withdrawal amount an even 
$3000. That would leave a quarter the savings each for his son, 
daughter, and wife. He slid the withdrawal form across the counter 
and waited for her to complete the transaction. Looking at the 
amount, she asked, "How do you want it? All hundreds?"

"Sure, that would be fine," replied Jerry as he considered what he 
had to do for a long-term solution to the financial issues he faced. 
After she counted out the money, he asked, "Could you print up a 
history of my checking account for the month?"

The teller frowned and then said, "Sure. It'll take a minute."

The man in line behind Jerry grumbled. Rather than react 
negatively, Jerry turned and, smiled as he said, "Sorry about that."

It was hard to tell if it was his size, the gravelly sound of his low 
voice, or his manner, but the man stopped grumbling about the 
delay. Jerry turned back to the counter to wait for the return of the 
teller. She returned with several pages detailing all of the checks 
that had cleared the bank since the last statement. He was shocked 
at the activity that so many pages represented.

Mumbling his thanks, he walked away from the teller looking over 
the pages. He almost stumbled when he saw that his wife's tennis 
lessons were costing him two hundred a month. Looking down the 
list, he saw checks for forty dollars made out to the hairstylist that 
she went to every week. There was a payment for over four 
hundred to AmEx and he didn't even carry that card. There were 
checks to dress shops and other stores. He was a loser and she was 
spending over eight hundred a month living a good life while he 
worked? How was it that he had a weekly allowance of only 
twenty-five dollars and used most of that money eating lunch at the 
burger joint?

He sat down in the truck and considered his circumstances. It was 
unusual that he wasn't angry at the injustice of what he saw on the 
print out, but he didn't even notice his atypical reaction. Instead, he 
just felt numb at the realization that he had been a chump.

After sitting there for a few minutes, he smiled and started up the 
truck. He drove back to the store and parked his truck in the back. 
Getting out, he entered the store and dropped the papers on his 
desk. Going to the register, he returned the hundred he had taken 
earlier to pay for the tow truck. Mike watched him moving around 
the store, noticing the smile on Jerry's face. He couldn't recall 
seeing Jerry smiling. 

Jerry turned and noticed Mike watching him. He remarked, "I had 
a great lunch today. I tried that little place up the street."

"What place?"

"The Crimson Rose Bistro."

Mike stared at Jerry for a full minute before he replied, "That's a 
chick's place."

"Yeah. I discovered that. I'm going back Friday."

Mike shook his head wondering what he had found to eat there. He 
had gone with his wife there once and he couldn't find a single 
thing on the menu to eat. The wife had loved the place, but they 
had never returned to it. He replied, "Okay. If you like that kind of 
place, I see no reason not to go back."

Jerry smiled at the discomfort of Mike. He understood the man was 
thinking that he must have lost his mind to go to a place like that. 
Instead of following up on the conversation, he asked, "Does your 
wife work?"

"No. She's thinking about going back to work now that the kids are 
going into school."

Jerry asked, "Do you think that she would like to try handling the 
inventory here as a part-time job? She could work when the kids 
are in school and bring in a little money. You'll be able to go out to 
lunch together more often."

Mike, who had just been talked into staying here until he found 
another job, stared at Jerry. Cautiously, he answered, "I'll tell her 
about the offer."

Grabbing the pad of paper on the counter, Jerry replied, "Good. I 
guess I had better get to the inventory and see what we need to 
order."

Wandering off to the back of the store, he walked down the aisle 
examining the shelves to see what was getting low in stock. As he 
worked, he realized it was about time to modernize the operation 
of the store here. Of course, since this was a chain he'd have to get 
permission from his boss to make the changes, but he didn't expect 
it to be too difficult to accomplish.

After getting the list together of the items he would need, he went 
to his office and filled out the order forms. A knock on the door 
interrupted his thoughts. Looking up, he saw Mike standing at the 
door. Rather than getting irritated, he asked, "What's up?"

"It's closing time."

"Okay. Lock up the door and I'll see you tomorrow. Mention my 
offer to your wife," replied Jerry as he returned to his work. 

Mike walked away from the office confused by the new Jerry. 
Jerry didn't notice and as soon as he finished filling out the order 
form, went over to the fax machine. Carefully putting the paper in 
the feed, he dialed the number and waited for the fax to break 
down. It functioned perfectly. Satisfied, he put the forms into a 
folder and filed it in the file cabinet where he kept the order 
records of the store. Shaking his head, he realized too much of the 
record keeping for the store was manual.

Returning to his desk, he attacked the pile of paperwork. He had 
reports to fill out concerning hours worked by each employee, 
sales figures for the previous week, and forms that covered other 
aspects of the business. Normally, he'd gripe about every form that 
he had to fill out. So much of the information was redundant. Half 
of the forms consisted of filling in the store details such as its 
address. 

Normally, he did this work during store hours, but with the 
shortage of employees he had to watch the counter much of the 
time. At least today he didn't have anything else to do except work. 
There wasn't even a television set here for him to watch until he 
went to sleep. Working with an unusual diligence, he finished all 
of the paperwork for the week before heading out for dinner.

Dinner was a simple affair, eaten at a chicken place. They had a 
buffet and he could usually make a considerable dent in it. It was 
one of the cheapest dinners that he could find. This evening, he 
took his time and enjoyed the food despite the fact that it was 
typical fried chicken. Tonight, he kept his thoughts private, 'This 
was a pretty nice day. How did that happen?'

Taking another bite of chicken, he thought, 'I know why. I took my 
time today, met a nice lady, put some money in my pocket, and did 
my work.'

His plate empty, he returned to the counter and refilled it. A little 
boy stared, open mouthed, at the amount of food that he piled on 
the plate. Rather than apologizing, Jerry looked down at the boy 
and said, "I'm big."

The little boy looked up at him and said, "You're huge."

Jerry laughed as he carried the plate back to his chair. Compared to 
the little boy he was huge. In fact, compared to everyone he was 
huge. As he sat down, he thought to himself, 'Perhaps it is time that 
I accept the fact that I'm huge and stop apologizing for it.'