Bishop Isaac Milton Rood looked down at the spatula and at the burning meat on the grill in front of him.
"Hey, Isaac? How are you liking it here?" His Crew Chief Morton asked.
"Isaac! How dare you not treat me with proper respect! The title is Bishop!" Bishop Rood then grabbed Morton by the throat and began squeezing.
"Ugga hkkka. haaakk." Morton responded as Rood continued his grip.
Suddenly, arms were pulling him off of the startled Crew Chief.
"Mr. Rood! YOU ARE FIRED!" The store manager said.
"As Bishop Rood walked out cursing under his breath, he made a mental note to stop getting offended anytime someone at work used his first name. This was the 5th job he had lost this week.
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