Out the Door
Waide passed out the door to his apartment and quickly got in his car. His so called friends lamented that he was the worst driver in the world due to the fact that he always drove under the speed limit. He had a spell of a recklessness in the past but it caught up with him one day ending in a bad car accident. He totaled his fathers car and some of the passengers in the other car were hurt, but not too bad. It was yet another reality check of what he could do when he went about his life care free. He loved to drive fast though he never would. He always tried to stay at least 3 mile an hour under the speed limit and paused grossly at stop signs. He couldn’t stand to have another accident he could stand to make another mistake. His life was already bad enough. Buckling his seatbelt he quickly checked his mirrors and backed out of his parking spot. Something caught his eye, it was the woman with red hair. He had noticed her many times before but never said a word to her let alone smile at her. He always noticed the necklace that she wore. He couldn’t make it out what kind of pendent was hanging on it. The object was rather small and just glittered in the sun like some sort of homing beacon. Waide would fantasize every once in a while about having a conversation with her maybe even going to the grocery store. That was one of his favorite places to watch people. He could tell a lot about a person by what kind of groceries he saw in other peoples carts. Waide always used a basket because he rarely bought that much in advance and those green reusable bags made him feel like he wasn’t much of a man.
“What the hell are you doing? Stay on task and get to work before you are late!”, exclaimed the voice in his head. “Shut up just shut up and leave me alone”, Waide exclaimed back out loud. Quickly he looked around to see if anyone noticed that he was yelling at himself. He always kept his cellphone handy though in case someone did see him. He could always just wave it at the impending watcher and act as if he was talking hands free to someone. No one was looking though especially the red headed woman. She was now out of sight. Waide put the car into gear and slowly backed out of his parking spot and pulled forward out of the parking lot of his building. Off to work he started to scan the radio for something interesting to listen to. He liked a wide variety of music. It was about the only thing that kept his conscience at bay and kept him in a good place when the voices got particularly loud. It was a mild summer morning and the traffic wasn’t bad. He got there about ten minutes early as planned so that he wouldn’t have to rush in and jump to work. He parked his car and walked across the parking lot there were already quite a few cars there. As he walked through the restaurant and into the dish room to take his position it was clear that it was going to be a busy day. With no one else there were already about fifteen bus tubs full of dishes waiting for him. Waide sighed and walked in started unloading the dishes into various sorted stacks.
“Mmm Mmm, gotta get me some of that”, the female voice was all to familiar. Waide tried to ignore but felt guilty that it would be too unkind a thing to do. “Yeah this slop is to die for huh?”, Waide slowly turned around and looked at Brooke out of the corner of his eye.
“Well that slop aint what I’m talking about”, Brooke replied. Indeed it was going to be a long day for Waide. He had barely even started and he already started to feel overwhelmingly dirty.
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