03.10.07
Uvieu, España
The sweaty little man was the negociator.
" Damn !! a "Jumper" Damn !!! Damn !!! oooo Donuts..." Stopping the big Ford at the light.
Dave sat calmly out on the ledge of his 7th floor office window.
" Nice day out here... " thought Dave. It had not been the best of days.
It started this morning about 8:00. Shelia was mad, and stomping around...
" Mean as a snake ! ", he'd said to Allen, the copy guy. The drive to work,
" 8 miles ...1 hour 14 minutes... " thought Dave sitting in his now parked car.
" 12 minutes late ", reflected Dave
He'd clocked in under the vulture like stare of Mrs. Wilstine, the boss's secretary.
" The woman looks like a wet rat...." he'd said drunkenly, at the 2005 Xmas party.
It had not gone unheard... Mrs. Wilstine had vowed revenge...her list was very long
of terrible things she'd planned for " that heathen dog " Dave Kline...
Dave office mates were being childishly crule. " Is this my coffee cup ???!! ", growled Dave
looking around the office. " That Jon Ishmal... a deliquent...", thought Dave. Dave sat down to work...
Three sucessive phone calls told him, " This is going to be a long day ". Dave looked out the window,
got up and befor anyone could get a word out aginst this silly plan.." Well that was easier than
i thought it'd be...huh....", Dave said, getting comfortable out on the ledge.
(End of part 1)
Be well todo mundo
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)
" on..Drugs or Jesus " ©spl2007
