Thursday, March 23, 2017

Chronicles of a Baby Boomer – Respect


Once. When I was still working. I was at a meeting. You know. Those soul sucking sesspools of bullshit? Then I came back to my office, cubicle, cell. I had three other inmates working there with me and I needed to talk to one of them.

"Nancy," I said as I walked into the hovel we call work.

"Yes, Sir," she said.

I stopped. Wait. What was that? That strange thing I was feeling? Was that... respect?

I said, "Can I go outside and come back in and have you say that again?"

No. Probably not.

Well, it was good while it lasted.

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