Mondays with Mr. K (No. II)

Hello Gentle Reader

Two birthdays in February have passed. Whose they are, of no importance. But I was in such a good mood, that I decided that I would post "Mondays with Mr. K (No. II)," because I feel like I am in a good mood right now, so I decided that it would be nice to post, this vignette or whatever its called for the sheer enjoyment of your reading pleasure -- that is if you do enjoy "Mondays with Mr.K," so far. If not there is certainly no need for you to read them. Any how, please enjoy "Mondays with Mr. K (No. II),"

________________________________________________

Mondays with Mr. K (No. II)

When proceeding to Mr. K’s narrow apartment, door, everyone who knew him (therefore everyone) knew the etiquette and the customary way of proceeding to the door, to knock on it, to have Mr. K welcome them in. When one knocks on the door, the person who knocks then must step down at least three steps, of the narrow stairway. There the person is to wait until and that is even at certain times “If,” Mr. K would open the door.

However, Mr. K always did say:

“When someone knocks on the door. One should answer it. Mothers don’t teach their children manners for the sheer enjoyment or purpose of teaching a, child manners. No mothers certainly do not do that indeed. It is also highly considered that mothers teach their children manners, because that is what expected of them. Also quite truly false. One learns though that as they get older, the world itself shows its false facades more and more clearly. In fact, it’s not the falsities that become hard to distinguish in the world. It’s to find the honesty in the world. But mothers teach their children manners, because it is necessary. If a child does not even know the simplest of manners or the rituals of polite and sophisticated society, then the poor child is doomed to a life outside of the sophistication of societal walls. That is these walls are invisible – or rather far from taking shape in physical shape, but one certainly does understand what it is like to be on the outside of those walls when they are there. So it is a mothers duty her child to teach the child the proper manners, and rituals of society. It’s not easy, and sometimes the manners contradict themselves, but they are the most well known and polite form of laws. They tell people how to act. What utensil to use at dinner; how to dress on a certain occasion; what is to be accepted of them for their job; how to greet another person on the street; how to treat family. One could almost say that the free will that people think they have, are really just the forms of manners, coming through. Through the teachings of one mother to child and the chain continued on and on.”

So if Mr. K was home, he would most certainly always happily answer the door. However Mr. K had a certain form of manners when doing so. When he heard the door knock he would of course walk towards the door. Then he would wait a few seconds and then kindly open up the door for the guest. Upon opening the door. Mr. K would happily welcome the guest to his small apartment. Where upon getting the guest comfortable into a sofa, or a chair, Mr. K would happily begin brewing tea, of the guests choice. Even when the guest declines having tea Mr. K will not take no for an answer, and would happily pick out a popular and tasty kind of tea, for the guest. Mr. K then would bring the tea pot and however many cups over to the guest, and begin pouring the tea and continue the conversation.

Most people knew Mr. K for his rather famous stories. Most guests loved to listen to the grand stories that Mr. K could tell. Weaving what he claimed was the truth with the fictional and falsities that he spoke against. However always aware of contradicting himself Mr. K always did say that using false attributes in his stories made them far more interesting than just realistic stories.

“If one wanted to listen to realistic stories, they would listen to the gossip of a house wife, or read the tabloids or listen to the news or read the news paper. My stories concern the world away from here. Sometimes the world away from here though is optimistic and sometimes pessimistic. However, even though there are wonderful elements of magic in my story. Sometimes the world outside in the foreign world is as magical as it is in the stories.”