Daydreams of: The Job

The new guy walked wearily into the shop for break. His eyes blinked as sweat burned his irises. Dirt caked in the rings of his neck and arms.  Wet vegetation covered his boots in a heavy layer that seemed to crawl up his legs and pepper his entire body.

He half collapsed into a torn and faded chair when the supervisor said to him, “So how you liking your first day on the job.”

He looked back at the supervisor and said, “It’s better than asking if you want fries with that.”

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