Left to You

“Hey Doc! What happened to that new lab coat assistant, oh Owen?”

“Fell in the staging vat.”

“They all fall in that staging vat, yeah seen it a hundred times. You should get a rail, maybe a chain?” he tries to say as he leans on his broomstick.

“Hmm, hey were you here when the pair went in together? The guys were cleaning up intestines for more than a week,” the Doc says not even trying to hide his jubilation.

“Yeah, I pulled cleaning duties for that one,” The lab-worker says looking to the floor.

“Sorry!”

“Yeah… right. So that chain, or even a rope?”

“Hey, so all the top generals are coming tomorrow for the big show,” the Doc say adjusting his lab coat.

“The Ones with all the war metals and thick shoulder pads?” he says motioning to his own shoulders.

“Yep, those ones, those fat over-cooked piggies. They’ll see this time. Each one of their smug little pig faces,” says the Doc as he hides his grotesquely sadistic smile behind his clipboard.

“You know I’ve been meaning to ask you about tomorrow night, I have to pick up the mother-in-law,” he says kicking a rock around with the tip of his boot.

“Well, you know the rules, we need more than twenty-four-hour notice. Its right there in the handbook!”

“That is in the handbook,” he says waving his rolled-up handbook in the air.

“Page three, right?”

“Yes, sir top of page three,” he says turning to the page then pointing.

“Tell you what I’ll get you off the early shift, with the ah staging vats.”

“Yes, the staging vats, thank you sir! And about the rope up there,” he says pointing.

“Right, sure! I trust that you will take care of it. When you have some free time of course.”.

“Thank you, Doctor! Maybe on my lunch if I have time,” he says pushing his cleaning cart away.

By C.L.Norby

From: United States