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English Slacker chapter four
By chrismorton
15 May 2008
They woke me up laughing, asking me what I’d been doing. Neale said, “Fucking classic,” but Bradby looked kinda concerned (I swear I could see a hint of a smile this time though), saying that Vader was searching for me and was, “On the war-path,” and telling me that I’d better get out on the shop floor and start, Doing some fucking work,and that there was an L-shape already loaded up in the chiller.

I looked up at them saying, “Man, I’m so wasted,” and laughed a bit, but not much ‘cause I felt slightly scared about what Bradby had said about Vader: I asked them if he or The Terminator knew how late I was but they both said, “No,” and that I’d been, “Lucky so far."

So yeah, Bradby and Neale disappeared and I walked into the chiller, which was pretty full, and found Bradby’s L-shape – that
unfortunately was full of all the little shit stuff like passion fruit and okra and was probably only still in there ‘cause everyone had been avoiding it – and started pushing it towards the chiller doors.

Just as I was about to push the L-shape through the plastic though I suddenly thought, “Fuck it,” (like, how the hell was I gonna get though it? My head was all spinning and that) and went back and grabbed a salad roller instead, which I knew would probably need doing ‘cause no one really bothered with going through salads a second time.

The shop floor was well busy. That much was apparent straight away; tonnes of people and that. And as soon as I got out there (like, immediately) some customer was already asking me for more potatoes ‘cause the potatoes on the section weren’t big enough and she wanted to use them for jacket potatoes with chilli or something, but I just told her that we didn’t have any more and carried on going.

Produce was blitzed, although salads weren’t too bad. Of course I did get the odd customer studying the roller, looking for stuff that wasn’t on display but that was pretty normal and to be expected; so I didn’t really care.

So I started on salads and no one really bothered me with anything other than yes/no questions (which were the easiest – “No,”) and I started to really think that I was okay until when some old lady came up to me and asked if I was, “Putting out any more button mushrooms,” which for some reason started my head spinning; I dunno why: I guess ‘cause I knew we probably didn’t have any and the way she was looking at me I knew she wasn’t gonna accept that as an answer ‘cause she was all like eyeballing me, waiting for a decent response, which I didn’t really have.

I looked across at Neale who was working a bananas roller on the other side of the section and thought about asking him but instead stupidly I suddenly decided that there was no reason I couldn’t deal with this myself and that it’d be a good step to adjusting to being back at work. So I started asking her to say again what sort of mushrooms she wanted and then for some reason said that shitake mushrooms were, “Actually okay to use in a lot of dishes.” (I guess thinking about it now I kinda hoped that this nice old lady would at least appreciate a bit of conversation with a bright young student but she was just looking at me as though I was mad.)

I tried to make her realise that I was serious by then asking her, “What do you want the mushrooms for?” but before she could answer, Bradby appeared out of nowhere telling her that, “We’ll have a look out the back,” and then he was like guiding me away with him towards the warehouse.  

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Written by chrismorton (21 comments posted) 14th May 2008
sorry, i don't know why i have 3 things in the latest works section. i thought that i would be replacing previous chapters of my own; not the writings of others. Sorry!

Written by bluecity (311 comments posted) 15th May 2008
No, Chris, don't worry. Once you've posted your work in this forum, it stays there and it just works its way down the list as other people post up theirs. I'm off sick from work at the moment and you will see a lot of stuff from me, because I may be too sick to work but not to write (LOL), and that will all progress down the list too. 
 
"Vader" and "The Terminator"... I like the way mc gives names to his bosses. It's what workers do. 
 
Passion fruit and okra together in a chiller cabinet? Passion fruit is a fruit and okra a vegetable, so that probably wouldn't happen.  
 
You wrote 
 
waiting for a decent response; which I didn’t really have. 
 
Why the semi-colon? I'm the semi-colon cop! IMHO, they don't belong in fiction. 
 
You wrote 
 
“We’ll, have a look out the back,”  
 
I think you meant, “We’ll have a look out the back,” - in other words, delete the comma after "We'll". 
 
Another really good chapter. I feel I'm there, working in a supermarket with him.  
 
Well done. 
 
Rosemary 
 
 

Written by chrismorton (21 comments posted) 15th May 2008
passion fruit and okra - yeah i've thought about this comment. they are stored together because fruit and vegetables are stored together of course, they are only displayed seperately, and because they come in similar sized cases they are put out together. Nevertheless most readers wouldn't realise this and so it may be better to put lychee instead of okra. 
 
Thanks for the comma and semi-colon.

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