posted on Jan, 20 2005 @ 05:23 PM
Don't you hate working on the weekends?
Here my family is having a cook-out and I am driving into town to meet with a unhappy client. Some times I hate this job but it has made it possible
for my family to live the American dream. Nice cars, nice house, pool, good schools for the kids, the works. I worked my way up from the bottom too.I
started out as a salesmen and then they found out I had a knack for working with people so I worked my way up to Costumer Relations. Yep I am just
what you call a "people person".
I was looking forward to laying around the pool and having a Bar-B-Que this weekend but my boss called and insisted I meet with this client this
weekend and what the heck you got to pay the bills, right? My wife was mad but she just doesn't understand, who does she thinks pays for all this?
The Company of course. Sometimes women are just unreasonable.
Her little tiff made me kind of mad so I listened to a little classic rock on the way into town to help me chill out a little. I cant be meeting with
clients mad, thats the trick you must maintain calm to keep the edge. I think I will stop on the way home and get her a little jewelry or something I
don't want to fight all weekend and it will smooth things out. I hate to fuss with her, life is too short to be arguing all the time, don't you
Heres my exit, the Client is at the restaurant at the corner. I pull around the block and park. I locked my doors even though this is a nice
neighborhood you can never tell. The Restaurant is nice I have never ate here but I have heard the food is good. I walk around the corner and through
the door and walk right past the Doorman, the client is just where my boss said he would be and as I walk up behind him I pull the .45 out of my
jacket and put the first slug in the back of his head. He flops over with parts of his skull all over the wall and table.I put another in his head for
good luck and drop the gun on the floor. It was stolen and I have glue covering my finger tips so prints wont be found.
I walk normally out the door people are screaming and running, none of them will be able to ID me, they never have before. When I get to my car I
ditch the hat and sunglasses and drive off. There is a jewelry store a couple miles from here I will stop there and get her something nice. Maybe get
the kids something too.
God I hate working on the weekends