Not since I went to buy Dokken tickets had I ever been waiting in line as long as I had when I went to pick up my medication from the pharmacist's counter. I had been standing there for almost six days and there were still about fifty people in front of me. Then one day, from out of nowhere, this big huge guy--I'm talking eight feet tall and at least seven feet wide, composed primarily of muscle and hair--just butts his way right in front of me.
"Hey, pal, you can't cut in front of me. That's just not cool."
This burly biotype of beef and brawn breezed around, brazen. "Hey, bruthuh, I'm in a hurry."
I wasn't going to take this crap. So I scurried around his girth and cut in front of HIM.
"No cuts, no butts, no coconuts," he said a little too loud. So loud, in
fact, that the store manager politely yanked me out of line and said
"Come with me, sir."
So I followed him to this little room in back, and I couldn't believe what
I saw inside.
"This is where we keep line-jumping scum like you. Rot in peace!" With that, the store manager bellowed an evil cackle and exited the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.
At least three dozen people of no particular shape and size were shackled to the wall spread-eagle style. Any others just sat on the floor, playing with dust. I was stuck here with them.
Then I took a closer look at the people on the walls, and one caught my attention.
So THAT'S what happened to my high school Spanish teacher, I realized.
© 1997 kyle t.
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