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Where does the good go

Point of view

I’m in the Virgin Megastore at Union Square trying to scope out any good “going out of business” deals. (Forget it, while the CDs are 40% off, the prices have been jacked up to $26 each.) I am perusing the 40% off DVD selection, when I spot a woman tap a middle-aged, balding white guy on the shoulder. He jerks his head around and smiles broadly upon recognizing her. He is wearing a suit, jacket, but no tie and is flanked on either side by kids. The girl looks about nine and the boy about 14.
The adults hug and exchange air kisses. I can’t hear what the woman says, but the man loudly bellows “well, you know, I’m actually working for ‘The Man’ now. Telecommunications.”
I snicker quietly.
Buddy, I think crisply, you ARE “The Man.”

2 Responses to “Point of view”

  1. Jamie Says:

    You wrote ‘middle aged balding white guy’ and I thought, “Hell, I wasn’t in Union Square recently!”

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    oof

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