City of Walking Masks
4 hours of sleep
14 hour work day
30 degrees below zero
2 swollen knees
10 frost bitten toes
1 shovel
1 ice pick
1 hell of a lot of snow
When the temperatures really drop, people in Winnipeg start walking around wearing masks. You'd think it was because of the cold. I think everybody just has something to hide and uses the cold as an excuse.
1 Ice Pick to the Mouth
"Did you find everything okay today?"
"Yeah, I did. But I really didn't appreciate the wait in line."
"Don't fuck with me, woman. I've been outside for three hours shovelling snow and ice. You have no fucking idea how tired I am and how I long I have to work yet. You people are so fucking stupid . . ."
"I'm sorry about that, it's been really busy today. It looks like you have a late fee here."
"No, I don't. That was back on time."
"Fuck you, no it wasn't. I can see right here that it was brought back a full day late. Don't question me, this is my job and this is how I'm told to do it. So pay your fucking late fee of two fucking dollars. Actually, I'll be right back."
I walked over to the maintenance closet and took out the ice pick again. I gripped the thick wooden handle in my right hand, knuckles sore and firm from hours of chipping away in the cold. It felt like an extension of my arm and I felt powerful. I walked back to the checkout line and took a giant swing. The pick connected with the woman's head and got lodged into her cheek. She fell to the floor, spitting and thrashing, clawing desperately at her face. She couldn't scream but gurgled instead.
"Can I help the next person in line?"
"I guess that's our fault. I'll take it off."
14 hour work day
30 degrees below zero
2 swollen knees
10 frost bitten toes
1 shovel
1 ice pick
1 hell of a lot of snow
When the temperatures really drop, people in Winnipeg start walking around wearing masks. You'd think it was because of the cold. I think everybody just has something to hide and uses the cold as an excuse.
1 Ice Pick to the Mouth
"Did you find everything okay today?"
"Yeah, I did. But I really didn't appreciate the wait in line."
"Don't fuck with me, woman. I've been outside for three hours shovelling snow and ice. You have no fucking idea how tired I am and how I long I have to work yet. You people are so fucking stupid . . ."
"I'm sorry about that, it's been really busy today. It looks like you have a late fee here."
"No, I don't. That was back on time."
"Fuck you, no it wasn't. I can see right here that it was brought back a full day late. Don't question me, this is my job and this is how I'm told to do it. So pay your fucking late fee of two fucking dollars. Actually, I'll be right back."
I walked over to the maintenance closet and took out the ice pick again. I gripped the thick wooden handle in my right hand, knuckles sore and firm from hours of chipping away in the cold. It felt like an extension of my arm and I felt powerful. I walked back to the checkout line and took a giant swing. The pick connected with the woman's head and got lodged into her cheek. She fell to the floor, spitting and thrashing, clawing desperately at her face. She couldn't scream but gurgled instead.
"Can I help the next person in line?"
"I guess that's our fault. I'll take it off."
posted by James at 10:25 PM
2 Books were burned:
Cool!
I will no longer complain when our temperature hits -3 :o)
|Enigma|
p.s.
Thanks for your comment.
yikes! what a horrible scenario- altho i have to admit, i feel that way about my bank customers on a regular basis.
and since i am a bank teller, those black ski masks scare the crap out of me. it doesn't matter if it is cold enough for it to be necessary to wear one outside (-30 holy fuck!), whenever i see one my heart skips. just one of the many psychological screwings of the job.
Throw one on the pile
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