A Comrade In Odessa
It had been one of those days! You may know The kind I mean: God sends you about a dozen opportunities to "practice these principles" in all your affairs and the way you handle all of them would make your sponsor shake his head and mutter, "You just ain't gonna make it in this program, boy!"
To begin with, the wake-up desk hadn't called me at seven o'clock as I'd requested. Breakfast was cold by the time I finally made it down to the dining room. And the waiter had only shrugged his shoulders indifferently and walked away when I asked for a second cup of coffee.
-- S. C.