"Snapped"
The
line hadn’t moved in nearly five minutes now and I couldn’t unclench my
fists. I found myself fantasizing about
what I would do to the clerk with that meat cleaver he was wielding ever so
slowly. A sandwich, turkey and cheese
was all I wanted, that’s it. Now,
finally, the line moves to the elderly gentleman right in front of me, one more
order and I’m up. I was practically
salivating at this point but my malicious thoughts abruptly shifted from the
clerk to the old man when he asked his fourth consecutive question about the
Veggie delight. I began to see red, and
then like a horror film I was watching, I saw myself pummel the old man nearly
unrecognizable. What drove me to commit
such a vile act? Perhaps it was losing
my job of 8 years and my wife of 15 all in the same week. Or maybe it was losing half of my money along
with all of my possessions. I suppose
when you lose that much and you’re that close to the edge, the slightest
annoyance can send you over. Now as I’m
staring down at this bloody mess I’ve created I here a voice getting
increasingly louder as if someone was turning up the volume on the
television. “Sir”, the clerk yelled, as
I snapped back to reality, Can I help you?
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