the townie keeps talking

i don't want to see him, or any of them, for that matter. but one needs to eat. this one dude is on the gig. it's not that he does any one thing that is horrific. it's just his presence. it's his existence. he could be millions of others. his identity is secondary. he works in the town he was born in. he barely made it through high school. he is arrogant, i suppose due to his white skin and american birth. he is working class, but detests unions. he is always on the verge of saying something stupid. today, he said "unions are for people who don't like to work." funny, but i always thought you had to be working to be in a union. the terrible townie is surely a fan of the weekend, short hours, minimum wages, etc, and yet, he hates unions. he must think the lovable leaders of industry willingly granted every perk available to the modern worker. no, that's not quite right, for thinking would require thinking, and i don't think he does much of that.

each day, we have to share space with people we wish didn't exist. murder is out of the question. of course, no one really asks the hard questions anymore. so, we need to get by. in this case, it would probably help if i were a big, strong, black or latino guy. at least, the townies would know to shut up in my presence. unless there were 4 of them and 1 of me. then, they might have the "courage" to flaunt their fuckheadedness.

shit, all i'm trying to do is survive. why can't i be that guy guarding the empty atm? you know, these 350 pound fuckers reading a paper? of course, those guys have to wear a uniform, and are probably being spied on. but, at least they are alone.

to be alone on the job, away from the voices of ignorance, racism, and stupidity. to be far from the lunches with the coworkers, from coworkers who want to give you a lift, who ask you if you have any plans for the weekend, who insist on telling you that they are going back to school. to be apart from the plethora of putrid people.

ah, that would probably suck too.