All Things Considered
By: Cheshyre
Title: All Things Considered (1/1)
Fandom: Laverne and Shirley
Pairing: None. Squiggy-centric.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't make money off of it. I just use it to make other people happy. Suing me will only get you action figures.
Notes: Written for the Day After Tomorrow fic challenge.
Warnings: Beware complacency.
It wasn't so bad, all things considered.
Sure it was the end of the world and he was sitting in a lawn chair he'd found, drinking Kool-Aid and barely sheltered by the standing half of his house that hadn't been destroyed by the tornadoes and he was having a hard time keeping dry in the cold rain.
But, it wasn't so bad, all things considered.
Sure he couldn't tell you where any of his friends were (except Lenny...he was buried in the backyard now) and if they were alive. And, he couldn't find half of the small amount of sentimental objects he'd collected during his life because they were most likely blown two counties away three days ago. And, yeah, he was going to die in California and he really hadn't planned on that.
But, it wasn't so bad, all things considered.
Sure he hadn't accomplished everything he had wanted to do in life, but then again, did anyone? He hadn't wasted his time, no. He'd chased his dreams and caught a few. He'd at least tried the marriage thing once. He'd spent most of his life in the company of the greatest friend a guy could have (too bad Lenny died like that). And, yeah, there were some regrets and some things left undone.
But, it wasn't so bad, all things considered.
Sure he could have been a better person. He could have contributed to charities and devoted his time to a more worthy cause than trying to score a date and make money. He could have put a little more effort into his marriage and maybe have become a father. A good father, not like the poor excuse for one he'd had. Maybe he should have done that.
But, it wasn't so bad, all things considered.
Sure he was going to die. But, then again, end of the world or not, everyone was going to die sometime. That was a certainty of life. Well, that and taxes. And, obviously his hard earned, government confiscated money hadn't gone to building a better apocalypse predicting machine. At least he wasn't going to waste away in some old folks home, alone and forgotten. At least he'd had a chance to live his life and enjoy it, for the most part. At least he was going to die with some dignity, even if he was sitting in a lawn chair that he'd found, drinking Kool-Aid and barely sheltered by the standing half of his house that hadn't been destroyed by tornadoes and he was now having trouble keeping both dry AND warm in the snow that had once been rain.
Yeah, it wasn't so bad, all things considered.