Every ending is a new beginning.
I describe the time a douche customer demanded to use my karaoke show as an announcement bar.
At 9am sharp, she began. “You’re here because you value your future.” She paused from her podium. The new hires were gathered in an orientation room, each sitting at a desk with a company computer.
“When I first met you, I thought you had Asperger’s.”
“You know what you remind me of?”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“A sweet tart.”
“A wha?” she asked, now angrily.
I stepped off the bus, clutching my backpack close. I didn’t want anybody to get any bright ideas about what’s in my pack. “It’s just my laptop.” I would mutter, as the ravenous looks amplified.