Roger was the boy-next-door. The kind of son every mother longed for. The kind of boyfriend every girl wished for. The kind of husband every girl prayed for.
He held a very good job and had a tidy sum put away. He paid his taxes on time. Lived at the right address. Took out the trash. Walked the dog. Ran 10 miles every day. Cooked well. Was always well dressed. Read his paper as he rode the subway.
Roger was the ideal man.
Then why did everyone avoid Roger?
People made polite noises and disappeared when Roger joined a group. In his place of work and otherwise too, he didn’t have a single friend. Riding the subway, he always sat alone. He had no social life whatsoever and no one to call a friend besides his dog Rufus.
When he was a little boy, his father had told Roger, “Son, a nickel will get you on the subway, but a garlic will always get you a seat”.
(When I visited New York, a local told me this tongue-in-cheek quote which I could never forget, and created Roger)
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.
My theme for the same is Navras – The Nine Emotions of Life. I will be writing Fiction for this theme.
This story is written for Hasya, which means Laughter.
Read my story for Karuna here