Post by Cletus Kasady on Nov 29, 2017 15:00:12 GMT -10
“I... Hate my job!”
Thinking to himself after a long, hard day at work, Cletus sits back in the seat of his car. Taking in several deep breaths, trying to keep his composure, he opens his eyes and looks at the rather long line at Carl’s Jr. where all he wanted to do was grab a burger after a long day at work. Expressing a fake smile on his face, he smiles at a nearby woman when in reality — he has other thoughts, thoughts that aren’t so pure.
“Why are you smiling at me? You do realize that I could take everything away from you, right? In one fell swoop, *I* could own your life, your identity and basically your soul so please: STOP SMILING AT ME!”
Growing anxious in this long line, Cletus takes a look at his watch which rests on his left wrist. Realizing that he has already been here for close to ten minutes, he sighs and looks away from the woman in the window, no longer wanting to be “seen” per se. Reaching over and turning the knob of his car stereo, it blares to life with some pop music, something Cletus can’t stand. Quickly turning the knob to another station, once again, another piece of crap station which causes him to let out a sigh and turn it rather frantically until he gets to the news.
“Let’s find out what’s going on today. You never know, could always be some poor soul out there just ready to hand me their credentials.”
Letting out small laughter due to his own joke, he shakes his head and listens very closely for any names, or any pieces of news that he might be able to string together for his own “personal” gains. With the line moving ever so slowly, Cletus takes this time to study faces and maybe even some names that he might hear along the way because as they say, you just never know when you might hit a pay day and Cletus is ALWAYS searching for that next opportunity and golden ticket per se.
Thinking to himself after a long, hard day at work, Cletus sits back in the seat of his car. Taking in several deep breaths, trying to keep his composure, he opens his eyes and looks at the rather long line at Carl’s Jr. where all he wanted to do was grab a burger after a long day at work. Expressing a fake smile on his face, he smiles at a nearby woman when in reality — he has other thoughts, thoughts that aren’t so pure.
“Why are you smiling at me? You do realize that I could take everything away from you, right? In one fell swoop, *I* could own your life, your identity and basically your soul so please: STOP SMILING AT ME!”
Growing anxious in this long line, Cletus takes a look at his watch which rests on his left wrist. Realizing that he has already been here for close to ten minutes, he sighs and looks away from the woman in the window, no longer wanting to be “seen” per se. Reaching over and turning the knob of his car stereo, it blares to life with some pop music, something Cletus can’t stand. Quickly turning the knob to another station, once again, another piece of crap station which causes him to let out a sigh and turn it rather frantically until he gets to the news.
“Let’s find out what’s going on today. You never know, could always be some poor soul out there just ready to hand me their credentials.”
Letting out small laughter due to his own joke, he shakes his head and listens very closely for any names, or any pieces of news that he might be able to string together for his own “personal” gains. With the line moving ever so slowly, Cletus takes this time to study faces and maybe even some names that he might hear along the way because as they say, you just never know when you might hit a pay day and Cletus is ALWAYS searching for that next opportunity and golden ticket per se.