-“My eggs are frozen.”
-“Like for harvesting?” Mike asked.
-“No, silly goose. The eggs are frozen, so I can’t make an omelet now. There are only avocados, wheat bread, and canned beans." Monica said.
-"Why don't you ever have any real food here?" Mike said exasperated.
-"What the fuck! You know that I'm vegetarian. Go eat your crap elsewhere." Monica stated, also exasperated.
-“Well fucking post Merry Christmas day to you. Can’t you ever start a day with a smile?”
-“Botox permiting, I only elicit those facial expressions in the throes of earth-quacking orgasms, and even those are lacking of late.” Monica answered impertinently.
-“You know what? I’m out of here! I’m going to Mc Donalds for a solid breakfast, and then I am going straight to work.” Mike said as he gathered his jacket and car keys.
-“I can’t believe you did not give the Friday after Christmas off to your employees so that they could enjoy an extended Christmas holiday with their families; you are such a scrooge!”
-“Time is money, and I can’t be giving my money away indiscriminately. They should be grateful to have a full time job in this stinking economy.” Mike said as he slammed the door shut.
The day was slow and uneventful. Yet Mike was a creature of habit. He managed to employ his time productively, as well as making sure his employees did not slack in their productivity. Constant vigilance of the security cameras made sure to keep everyone in line.
The fluidity of traffic on the freeway, now eerily empty for a Friday eve, was a welcome respite from the perpetual gridlock chocking the arteries of Los Angeles.
This makes the daily commute in the city of Angels, almost an odyssey and a test of the patience, civility, and risk taking quotient.
Mike looked at the clock. It was 5:50 PM and already dark and cold. He decided to get groceries before going home.
Upon loading the grocery bags in the trunk of his car, he felt the cold cannon of a gun on the back of his neck, as someone instructed him to give up the keys and to get in the back seat immediately.
To be continued…
