Got my first week at the new job out of the way. It’s a bit odd to get back in the trenches after so long. I mean, I was practically begging for the weekend. Big change when everyday used to be a Saturday.
“You’re not complaining about that train ride anymore, huh Brown Man?” my father asked. Actually, he calls me “Black”, not “Brown Man”. But the names in this story were changed for the protection of the innocent.
“Oh man you kidding me?” I said. “I am ENJOYING the train ride! Bring it on! Fifi (fiancee) is sitting next to me all tired and groggy from the ride, and I’m all smiles. ‘Oh Mr. Stinky Indian, you want to come on the train? SURE! Sit next to me! There’s nothing but a barrel full of LIFE at the end of this train ride!’” Yup, very happy to be back to work.
“You used to bitch about that ride everyday of your life.” Yup. 15 years straight.
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