Jimmy's adventure - #7

Blog #7 – Scene

As it sat atop the counter, Jimmy Johonsonomen’s curiosity could no longer be fended off. The bottle of pills had his attention, and nothing was going to stop him from getting the goods that where held inside that little child-proof safe.

If only he could get up on top of the counter, all his problems would be solved. The key to his nirvana would be unleashed as soon as he put his hands on that bottle. With it’s luscious, curvy, orange plastic body staring down at him, Jimmy sank smaller and smaller.

“One plastic bottle sitting up on top of a counter, it might as well have been on top of Mt. Everest” thought Jimmy to himself. You see to a normal adult male, a counter top was nothing special; it was no daunting task to reach up and grab it. However, Jimmy is not a normal adult male. Jimmy suffers from countertopitis, which, more specifically, is the fear of germ infestation. Further more, Jimmy’s particular case of this disease restricts him from touching anything that might so much as give him the common cold, i.e. a counter top.

Having lived religiously over the last two years on Purel hand sanitizer, Mr. Johnsonomen has conveniently run out, when needed it most.

Stressing over what he could possible do to quench his desire for the magic elixir which surely awaited him inside his nirvana, Jimmy paced quickly back and forth throughout the kitchen. Yanking at his hair, stomach in knots, he simply could not figure out a solution to his problem.

After a half hour of unbearable stress and pain, it hit him like a sack of manure. “I know exactly what to do!” he exclaimed. “I’ll grab my…”

Jimmy slammed into the counter top, cracking the fine marble that so eloquently decorated the fine piece of craftsmanship. In a fit of convulsions, he sent the curvaceous bottle of miracle medicine flying into the wall, cracking the bottle, and spilling the contents across the room. Jimmy fell to the floor clutching his chest. He struggled, but to no avail, he was now deep in the eternal slumber of the grim reaper.

The stress of being so close to nirvana, so close to his cure, had brought on a massive heart attack.

When the paramedics arrived, they saw Jimmy’s limp body on the kitchen floor, next to a broken pill bottle. The label on the pills read: “Germonetrix Dioxide: Prescribed by Dr. Kjchezlechy for the treatment of countertopitis and its symptoms”.