Monday, September 16, 2019

SPILLAGE

     Most of today's excitement came when our resident-volunteer tried to straighten some of the soda containers.
     Ex-gatekeeper has become a staple, and I'll admit it's pleasant to have him there. He is not seen in the soda-event pictures…but then, there wasn't room for another person.
     That said, you can see that four men were in the camera's range. The other two watching were ex-gatekeeper and me. It was a very crowded kitchen for about an hour. Truck Driver came to tell Doug how unhappy he is with having his driving position taken away. It was given to a worker who cannot read and write… and Driver was put to work in a thrift shop. That called for a long hour of bitching and moaning.
     The fellow nearest the camera is one of our regulars from the hotel across the street.
     Our little boys were not at lunch. We had a quiet group who enjoyed the French fries and donated BBQ sandwiches. For dinner, Doug soaked a bag of mixed beans and cooked them with a big ham bone that I'd frozen weeks ago. Boy, was that good! On the side, we had deep-fried okra, chicken drumsticks and cornbread.
     After lunch, an enormous woman rolled her wheelchair and oxygen tank into the dining room, asking for a bottle of water. She didn't want soda. Doug gave me the duty—said he couldn't handle it. I don't know her, and I didn't question Doug. I wondered if she might walk and maybe breathe too, if she lost 200 pounds.
     Later I checked the front entrance and asked the few quiet smokers if there was any "trouble" out there. They said, "Come back around 7:00."

Oops...
Help is on the way.
This is a job for…anyone who can fit in there.






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