By GREG MAFFETT | Published: June 1, 2010
"Dave, come here"
Dave dropped his hammer. It landed on his foot. He was wearing his steel toed shoes. There was no problem. Just a very solid thunk as the leather was jammed between steel and iron. Tom just shook his head. This kid is never going to make it here.
"Dave, I'm going to have to talk to the boss!"
"I'm coming, I just-"
"No, Dave its not about how slow you are, or how dropsy you are. No, it's like this. I don't know how to say this..."
"Tom, I follow all the safety precautions!"
"Yes, that's it!"
"You are going to talk to the boss because I'm compliant?"
"Someone has to."
"Yeah, what up Tom?"
"It's Dave. He follows all the rules."
"I know, we have to let him go. No one is interested in compliant characters. We need some of those characters that take off. Start running the show. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise you are going to have to come up with ideas....Ok, boss. I'm on it."
"I'm right here, you think I didn't hear?"
"Oh right" "I can change Tom, really I can!"
"Into what? A hot blond with a nice rack?"
Dave bolts into the foundry and comes back covered in sweat, sporting a blond wig and pushing a rack of dresses from Neiman-Marcus.
"Ok, Dave, that will get you another day on the job, maybe. What is the plan for the dresses?"
"Tom, I don't have a clue."
"Good answer! You may fit in here after all. Let me talk to the boss again."
"Greg, you see that? Think we can do something with the kid?"
"I dunno. I just type this stuff. You are the characters, go do something interesting."
"Ok, Dave you heard the boss"
"Ok so lets go out onto to California Street."
"And what? Jump on the rack and ride it down the middle of the street?"
"It may come to that, but one step at a time. Lets just go out there and see."
They take the dresses and start pushing them up the sidewalk. They are immediately thronged by throngs of exceptionally plump women. Tom looks at Dave and shakes his head.
"What's throng, I mean wrong?"
"Dave you got a rack of size 18 dresses. Now what are we going to do?"
"Well, I'm thinking if we push them up the hill fast enough we'll outrun them."
"One step at a time."
"Uh yeah boss?"
"I'm not feeling it. I don't think this story is going anywhere."
Tom looked at Dave sheepishly and shrugged. "Truth be told boss, if we let this story get going then....then..."
Ok, I had to admit, they had me. I they ever got the story on track , done something interesting, then it wouldn't have been
A Short Story.