LONG STORY EXCERPT FOR FUTURE/POSSIBLE NOVEL BY GABRIEL THOMAS
I mop floors, squeegee windows and polish crappers. I’ll give you three guesses…
I like it though. I don’t have a strong sense of smell, and the work’s at night, and I don’t have to deal with anybody. The pay is shit, but the pay will always be shit, so you kind of come to terms with it, and you keep your head down and your arms and feet moving and just take it as it comes.
A woman once asked me if I was anti-social. I told her, “No, I just don’t like people.” She looked at me as if I was as dumb as a saltine cracker. I should have explained it better. I should have said, “I don’t like the way people present themselves.” That’s more accurate.
Finding a humble soul in this world is a rare thing. Sometimes you need to know someone for a few years before you get a grip on who they actually are. I guess that’s why I got concerned when Barney told me something in the women’s shitter.