Jason finally exits the animal shelter, heaving a heavy sigh, his breath creating a fleeting cloud of fog. He shivers slightly as he makes his way over to his car. He hadn't expected to leave so late, there fore he never grabbed a jacket. A large litter of abandoned puppies came in today, the lot of them found huddling together, no more than 2 feet away from their dead mother. Jason had to stay with them puppies, as all were horribly malnourished. 'Poor little guys,' he thinks to himself, unlocking the door of his-well aged Ford and climbing in. After a few turns, thee engine finally started, and he was on his way home.
While on the short drive home, he pulls out his phone, making a call. Answering machine. "Hey Ralphy! It's Jason again, tell the guys I'm real sorry I had to cancel class tonight, if they want a talk, feel free to give them my cell." Working overtime at the shelter, he had to cancel his class at the recovery house, which he always hated. Sometimes some of them just need a shoulder to lean on, and he couldn't always be there. Lost in thought, he soon realizes that he drove past his house. Chuckling to himself, he backs up a bit, parking in front of the gate and jumping out of his truck. Humming Mr. Frank Sinatra's 'Pocketful of Miracles' to himself, he heads through the gate and unlocks his front door, heading into the nice, warm house, and straight to the kitchen. He hadn't eaten in about 10 hours.
He opens up the fridge, his humming immediately replaced with quiet cursing. He forgot about grocery shopping. Virtually all he has left is 4 beers on a six-pack ring, a small block of cheese, some milk... and, well, something fuzzy and green. He tosses the fuzzy green thing in the trash, checking the time. Virtually everything would be closed, and the grocery store is definitely closed. He quickly writes himself up a note to grocery shopping, as his kids will be coming for an over night visit in a few days, before grabbing a jacket and heading back outside. Off to the diner, where he usually wound up after long days like this. He can't say he minds shoveling out too much cash at Bob's though, that cook's pretty cute.
Jason decided it may be nice to walk, placing his keys in his pocket and pulling out a pack of smokes. He certainly doesn't smoke much, perhaps one a day, and this was his one for today. He places a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and inhaling softly, before placing the pack and lighter back in his pocket. As he exhales, he smiles softly, starting to dance down the street as he sings. "Pre-ac-ticality d-oesn't interest me, love the life that I lead. I've got a pocketful of miracles, and with my pocketful of miracles, one little miracle a day is all I need..." The streets are so very empty, most families of Bisbee well asleep, he couldn't help but enjoy this quiet time to himself.
Before he knew it, Jason was at the diner. He stops his singing, heading through the front door and hanging up his coat before sending both the waitress and the cook a cheery smile. He sat in a booth, placing his cellphone in front of him, pulling out his wallet. He felt hungry enough to buy out Bob's entire stock... however, it seemed as many others there needed to eat as much of him. He decides on a simple cheeseburger, with a heaping amount of fries... and a salad, I s'pose. He begins to salivate as the mere thought of a meal, waiting patiently on dear Jeanie. She seemed rather busy, for this time of night.