Discovery (390 hits)
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Submitted by gynoug <formerly garudave> (View user info) at 2007-08-23 23:45:12 EDT
"This is a tasty burger."
A friend nicknamed Gen (we used to be big fans of Street Fighter Alpha) taunts me across the counter with a juicy Big Buford and a movie quote. I glare. "Okay, Sam Jackson, you want to make a purchase or let me serve the massive line behind you?"
Gen is nothing like his namesake: young, chubby, lacking in any real endeavors, and more-over possessing legendary suaveness and charm... he's scored many a lass in my time, and no doubt, in the time before I met him.
He peers over his shoulder then back at me. "Shut the fuck up, you prince," he says, somehow managing to take a bit of his burger mid-statement. "No one's behind me." I grin at him, marking my joke, and he grins back. He squeezes bits of chewed-up mess through his teeth.
"God." I turn away, snickering. Why Gen feels it necessary to visit me at work all the time, I don't know. Maybe he's just a little bit gay for me... but that completely voids all the ass he gets.
More mindless and useless conversation, then he passes through my lane. Bossman Mike glares heavily through the bullet-proof glass of his raised office at me. I don't see him; I can feel his stare.
Clerk: not a demanding job, unless you consider the fact that your boss wants to fire you for every little thing you do. Not necessarily bad things, either.
The day is sadly uneventful. None of the village drunks (typical in the harsh emotional weather of south-east Michigan) come today.
Towards the ass-end of my shift, though, someone comes through my lane who is difficult to forget... big, bronze-ish, curled hair encases a small woman. Mixed descent, her skin is the perfect tone. I stare too long before I ring up a two-liter of Dew and some toothpaste. Her lightning-bolt of a body is encased in typical punk-rock attire... someone I could get to know; always wanted to date a girl who knew something about music.
"Total is... ahh, 2.38." I trip over my words. She buys cheap toothpaste, but betrays the pearliest smile I've seen. Hands me the money...
I fumble about for change. "Here you go." Reveal your teeth, dumbass.
Some sort of fateful pause ensues... rather than saying the typical "Have a nice day.", I stare awkwardly, and she looks back, wearing an undeniable smile. Courage builds in an instant. "So what's your name?"
She enters her number into my cell phone a minute later and ends the conversation with a painfully brief "Call me." She has called herself Faro--surely her parents, no matter how black, haven't named her that--and she has an ass that nearly brings tears to my eyes as I watch her leave our humble, Chaldean-owned supermarket.
Moments later, I chase myself home, excited, giddy. I don't forget to spit on my landlord's lawn, though. He always used to yell at me about mowing my lawn, and I always used to yell back how I worked two jobs to pay his stupid fucking rent... thus the tradition of hurling foul snotliva on his lawn became. I mow my lawn now.
Settled into a recliner inherited from my great grandma, I prepare to watch some TV. The remote has found a new comfortable spot on my love-seat, six feet from me... as a habit, I reach for it from where I sit, far too lazy to get up, far too amused by myself to know it won't work.
The remote, after a moment of indecisive non-action, ascends into the air and flies into my hand. I turn the television on... the Weather Channel.
Wait a minute! Did I just learn telekinesis? I stare at my remote... it stares back. "Ehh..." Confusion jumps the fence into my state of mind, an illegal immigrant.
Did I just fucking learn telekinesis?
User Reviews
Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2007-08-24 11:26:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2007-08-24 11:25:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2007-08-24 08:12:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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Submitted by azurefroz (user info) at 2007-08-24 07:55:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Actually, this wasn't very well written. It contained plenty of fragments and incomplete sentence-thoughts. I did like some tones and lines in here however. My rating is honest.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-08-24 06:37:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this style of writing. Does keep the interest.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2007-08-24 03:38:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I have no idea what I just learnt but it was a jolly jaunt
Submitted by Zeglamancer (user info) at 2007-08-24 02:34:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What kind of loser runs home to watch the Weather Channel after scoring the number of a girl whose ass is so fine it nearly brings tears to his eyes? I don't think its his buddy who is the gay, maybe its him.
I want to -2 him for that
but the story was a good read and kept me interested all the way to the end so you deserve your +2
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-08-24 00:36:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very nicely written, but I'm confused.
Actually...wtf?
+2 in the hopes I'm missing something.
Submitted by SunnyG (user info) at 2007-08-24 00:35:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i enjoyed it.