The man said slowly, jaw clenched, “It’s a… management problem.”
The cashier fidgeted. “Sorry, sir, company policy.”
“It’s a...”
“Sir… sir…”
The man pounded his fist.
“…management problem!”
“Sir, if my boss came in and I had a $50 bill in the register, I’d get fired! I can’t lose my job!”
“Once more. Ready this time? Are you? It’s a… management problem!”
Two little boys were waiting in his F150 playing video games, slumped down, intense.
I imagine they’ll have a problem to manage all their lives. The one who was about to jump in his truck and peel away.
The cashier fidgeted. “Sorry, sir, company policy.”
“It’s a...”
“Sir… sir…”
The man pounded his fist.
“…management problem!”
“Sir, if my boss came in and I had a $50 bill in the register, I’d get fired! I can’t lose my job!”
“Once more. Ready this time? Are you? It’s a… management problem!”
Two little boys were waiting in his F150 playing video games, slumped down, intense.
I imagine they’ll have a problem to manage all their lives. The one who was about to jump in his truck and peel away.
Angry!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 11, 2013 at 11:09 AM