I wrote "MSDS Material Safety Data Sheet" (now part 1) as my entry in the 750 word challenge. With my exquisite proof reading skills,( choke, choke, cough, cough ) I only really only screwed up once ( really big ) with a couple of names. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa.
However, the more I thought about that story, I realized that there was another story within it to be told. Then I realized that the 750 word challenge was just about over and it is damn near the end of the month.
All chemicals products are required by law to have available an involved technical document that includes information such as the properties of each chemical; the physical, health, and environmental health hazards and medical measures to be taken if exposed. My technical source says that these documents tended to be written in a scientific version of English that was pretty incomprehensible to most users. You remember, most users, those guys that tend to be actually exposed to the chemicals and other substances? GOD DAMN GOVERNMENT OVER REACH. ( This is sarcasm by the way. ) As time went on, I was told that the formats and languages for the MSDS/SDS became more standardized and even became somewhat readable to a lay person. As I've been away from all of that for a while, my readers (yes, both of you) alerted me that they even changed the title of the documents to Safety Data Sheet ( SDS ). I guess that time flies when you are having fun. This will be my second submission for the February 2024 750 word challenge.
As always, this story has been suggested edited by Microsoft Word (an early form of AI?) and the author. All errors ( or even the couple of things that I may have somehow even got correct ) are the sole responsibility of the author, his decisions, a couple of fat-finger issues with my keyboard as well as rereading the fuckin' story an obsessive number of times at different hours of the day till I've just had it. But I'm not bitter....
Yesterday I saw my 'loving' husband fucking my now ex-friend Barb in the hot tub at the cabin. Her husband and I had caught on that they were probably screwing around. They thought that we were drunk and asleep in our beds while they went at it. We raided their clothing, disabled the car and phones then tossed in fluorescent green food dye into the hot tub, then drove away from our marriages.
I've been alone 14 hours and the doorbell sounds. My children, Janet and Tom enter and reach out for a hug. They stop when they see my tears. "What's wrong? Where's dad? He called and said that we needed to be here. Are you OK?" I continue crying and they both hug me as I collapse on the sofa.
"Your father and I are going through a rough patch."
Tom speaks up, "Mom, what is really going on?"