This wasn't my idea. The sun came out more or less as we were leaving, and really, we should have left earlier, because I got dropped off at the Courtyard Marriott to teach a four-hour class three minutes past the hour. I'm sure my class thought I was on drugs, and I ended up spending half my earnings for the lecture on a cab home.
I was reluctant to give up a clean 60 for this trip, thinking it unreasonable that one of my hard-earned Jacksons go toward someone else's liquor and food budget. This apprehension turned out to be pessimistic. Our awesome group (D, E, L and I) completely ignored the other guests and simply ate from every meal they cooked and drank from every drink they bought. Then we left without cleaning anything. Perfect!
About Me
- the rage
- I work as a night shift guard at the local reservoir. At least once a month, the neighborhood children sneak past the barbed wire with sacks of saccharin, bent on contaminating our bland, grown-up world with their Kool-Aids and Sunny-D's and Crystal Lites. And I admit I die a little inside when I rope them up in my flatbed Chevy and take them back to the orphanage, but it's my job, and it's what mother would have wanted.
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