Winter Olympics – Two for One Vodkas.

The Supervisor was partial to a Hot Chocolate and a power trip. I got to work and he said: ‘You lost your jacket?’
‘Yeah.’
He took a sip and asked: ‘How?’
‘It wasn’t there when I woke up this mornin…’
‘You know you need that, right? You can’t work without it, it’s policy, you need to talk to Craig. He’s in the office.’
I walked into the office and Craig was reading an article in a local paper. He gave it a second for dramatic pause, like he was just reaching the end and didn’t want to be interrupted. After, he put it down, said: ‘What?’
‘I lost my jacket.’
‘You lost your jacket, what, how? Where?!’
‘I was looking for a Midget pole dancer. She was supposed to be there last night and…
‘What?! Back up…’
I told him they were doing “Two-for-One Vodkas” down in the Ocean Port. It was a dark blue place with a pole in the middle and lots of shifty types with baseball caps and checkered shirts. There was a pool table too but it didn’t work half the time and the tips of the cues were always gone so when you hit a ball it made a sound like breaking teeth. There was a rumour about a Midget dancer so we went down to check. I was about to tell him I was also working as a journalist, doing an article about it but he could me off with an incredulous: ‘Why were you looking for her?!’
I decided to keep it simple with: ‘Curiosity. And they were doin Two-for-One Vodkas.’
‘Christ, are all Irish people this stupid?’
‘I don’t know. I can’t speak for them all.’
‘So what do you need?’
‘A jacket.’
‘What colour?’
‘Orange.’
‘Ok, you look about Extra Large, I’ll see what I can do.’
‘Thanks.’
‘This could be a security threat, you know?’
‘I know.’
‘I mean, what if some guy comes in wearing your jacket and tries to steal somethin…’
‘I know, like a Forklift.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Or a box of Hot Chocolates.’
‘Don’t get smart.’
‘I’ll do my best.’
I looked down at the paper. He’d been reading an article I’d written myself a week before. My name and picture beside it. Something about the Olympics or Hockey or something. Craig still hadn’t made the connection. I know this because he said: ‘I don’t even know who you are, how the hell can I just give you a jacket because you walk in here and say you want one?’
‘I have I.D.’
‘Eh, can I see it?’
‘Here.’
He looked at it. Good scan. Frowned. Looked at me like a guard at an airport with a Passport. He handed it back with a sigh, like he was satisfied. ‘Ok, there’s one in the press over there.’
‘Over here?’
‘No, the top one there. It says: “Jackets.” Do you think you can handle that?’
‘Oh right.’
I took one down, opened up the plastic and said: ‘I’ll put it on here so, in case I get mugged or somethin on the way out?’
He sighed again. ‘That’s a good idea.’
He took back the paper, started reading, laughed a bit. Mostly ignored me. When I had the jacket on, he looked up and went. ‘Fits you.’
‘Thanks. Enjoyin the paper?’
‘Yeah.’ He pointed at my article, with my name and picture beside it and sincerely asked: ‘Have you read this guy?’
‘No.’
‘He’s good, smart, funny. I like his style.’
‘Good for you, Craig. Can I go back to work now?’
‘Yeah, you’re on the clock, I’m docking you fifteen minutes for this, get out of here.’
‘Right so. Bye now.’

// ]]>

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s