I’m Just a Tourist Here

This takes me by surprise for Gosh’s sakes that she has on these playtex gloves, wearing them in the kitchen that she has a butcher’s knife in her hands. I bet she could have thrown that knife with the accuracy that she needs and also, with so much dexterity, it is the choice gloves she’s wearing, she was doing the dishes.

Of course she is cutting up meat, cutting it into pieces, she’s a cook’s helper. She was cutting up something original, like a piece of meat, or what? A butcher whose hands where covered in blood, because the blood would be all over her and go onto her clothes she was wearing. Oh, maybe not, then again, gosh no, she had on an apron for this.

Now I’m imaging, what would happen if she had thrown the knife back there in that kitchen. The customers would perhaps have seen this as you know. But anyway, it’s working so much easier now than I thought, I mean, who would have known, right? I hope they know what they’re doing back there in that room, in that kitchen. I’m just a tourist here. May the angels be encamped around me, to help me.


Then there was this shouting, an order given as if by force, and it went out beyond what normally was heard. There are heard melodies and rhythms of rhymes, this was through the store’s intercom speakers, a voice,  brief messages….who has quoted as saying, relayed messages at a retail anchor chain store.

The extremely egotistical and eccentric store director/manager had said, “Oh this, oh that, now you, turn this way. Now, DO IT! Stop That!”


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