a women was sampling free Christmas ***** at a booth near me.
I had no intentions to divulge as I walked past without saying anything
but she offered (not that she wanted to but because it was her job)
I stopped and said “sure”
she gave me a grotesque look,
a look I’m often familiar with,
like I was human garbage
she handed me the ***** in a tiny shot glass as our hands accidentally touched
she was hiding it well but you could tell she wanted to dip her hands in an acid vat after touching me
I lifted up the drink til it was eye level and she proceeded to tell me all the unimportant facts about the drink and how it was on sale and so forth, I started to tune her out....
for that split moment, as quick as the blink of an eye, I had a realization that your first job is your first experience and wake up call to how doltish and bias and cruel the world can be, myself included.
I set down the drink down on the table and walked off without saying a word,
I could barely hear her whisper under her breath, “******* ***”
who am I to judge, she had every right to judge me, I did look like a ***
but I don’t want to look like a million bucks,
just a well polished five dollar bill should suffice
I got home and poured myself that drink I didn’t have at the store and also ate the fried chicken, shrimp, potato wedges, Hawaiian rolls, macaroni salad and even the coleslaw too.
what can I say?
every hand you’ve ever shook has had a **** in it.