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When I got outside I looked all over for Duncan before I finally found him round the corner waiting for me in the disabled trolleys bit. He was just kinda standing there doing nothing. No fag or joint in his hand or anything. Just standing there, staring into space.
I got up to him and he jumped in surprise at seeing me, like totally out of his skin, and then said, really slowly, “Hey man, where the hell were you last Wednesday?” obviously stoned already and that.
I scanned the forecourt to see if there were any managers around, like walking to or from the petrol station or something, but there weren’t; only customers: Mostly families with their trolleys and their shopping and their big cars with big boots, loading up their shit for the week, trying to make their kids shut up and not giving a fuck about me being outside when I should’ve be working. (It was the pensioners that you had to watch out for. They were the ones who had nothing better to do than complain about you to your manager.)
So yeah, there was no one worth worrying about so I blagged a cigarette off Duncan and sparked up.
I looked around again and then back at Duncan who was saying, “Hey man, you all right?” and I said, “Yeah,” and then apologised to him about how I’d forgotten he’d had the day off on Wednesday and said about going to the station to meet him as soon as I’d seen the note and that, and apparently he’d left in the morning anyway; although the weird thing was, he didn’t remember writing a note: Actually when he told me this I didn’t find it strange at the time, I just called him a, “Fuckin’ stoner,” and then I asked him if he was stoned already and he laughed and said, “Yeah,” and we laughed (or at least talked humorously) about: what better thing was there to do on a Saturday morning?
Anyway, Duncan said that he was, “Just passing by,” but had come to tell me about a beach party that was going on in Bracksea which apparently everyone was going to, and for me to tell Bradby and Neale and, “Anyone else,” about it too.
I said, “Cool,” and, “Of course,” and he said, “Cool,” and that I could meet him at his or just meet him at the beach and I said I’d meet him at the beach.
Yeah, thinking about it now the reason that Duncan didn’t come in to Price-Savers was probably ‘cause he used to have a job there. You know, how he didn’t wanna go back to his old place of work and that; although I didn’t consider this at the time.
But actually it was quite nice standing out in the sun talking to Duncan when I was supposed to be working. I remember wishing that I didn’t have to go back in and that it would’ve been so cool to just walk off with Duncan to wherever the hell he was going next, spark up a joint and like soak up the sunny day. |
Written by bluecity (376 comments posted) 17th July 2008 | This is another very true-to-life chapter. The characters are very real, although I can't feel much plot here.
Walk out of work and off with Duncan? Oh yes, typical teenager, can't see the point of work or working, or anything much at all.
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