Broken...
Funny thing in life happened today to me.
Let me first set the scene. Which may seem like me bitching about my job, cause it is.
I work at an arcade. It has about 90 games, all of which while working, and most times when I'm not working, I have to maintain and repair so that they are in "perfect" working condition for my 'beloved' customers. (I use perfect only cause if you can get a game to work after it has been in this arcade longer then three days with the children that frequent the arcade sticking everything from gum to USED CONDOMS [no joke there] on or near them, you deserve my job more so then myself.)
That part seems easy you say? I mean, afterall, that is what they pay me for, isn't it? But no, that's not what they pay me for. I supposed to greet everyone entering this place with a smile, or a nod AT LEAST. Now, let me explain something... I'm 5'9", 148 lbs., white, pretty thin, and most of all, not at all intimidating. I've seen fleas look at me and laugh, I swear. And the usual customer durring the day is basically a different version of me, or younger with parents. There is not problem in me greeting these people this way, I mean, why should there be. However, there are other issues at hand. At night, when the buses arrive, I do not like myself. I become this creature of hate it seems. Anyone asking for anything is a pest to me immeadiately. I don't want to give change for 20 dollars to a kid so he can go buy drugs from Wendys. I just don't. But I do, cause it's my job.
Anyhow, you can imagine how when a fight breaks out, I'm not really the one the patrons look to for help as much to see if I'm crying. (I'm not that sad really, but still, it's funny go with me here.)
Well, today there was a fight.
At around 7:40pm, a large black male was playing Tekken 4 (one of my favorites). I happen to know this man, his name is John. He and I were chatting, and all was well. Then, another regular by the name Tim came in. Tim is what we call "white trash". Tim hates anything that "ain't relative or datable" his words not mine. I found them amusing at first, then realized, he was serious.
At any great length to any poor reader who decides to read this, a fight broke out between the two over Tims choice of 'N' words to say in John's presence. If I were John, Tim would be dead. But I'm not. And rather, John sent Tim into a game, and then out into the food court. Followed quickly down the escalator and into the streets below. I don't know how this ended, but, John was back at Tekken 4 by 8:23. I don't mean to question life here, but I think there's something funny envolved.
The cops arrived and took John outside at around 9:00. Long day folks. I guess I'm sharring this for one reason... WHY ARE PEOPLE MORONS!
Night kiddies... NoName
