Small Moments at Work #1
Thug has a capacity for massively angry over-reaction to the smallest things - a quality I am beginning to quite admire. He is actually smashing things around his desk. It is five minutes past nine in the morning.
He fixes his glare on me.
TC: What dae yea reckon?
Me: Do you buy that ‘Toastie’ bread?
TG: FUCKIN’ AYE! Theym cunts fit intae NAE TOOSTER ON EARTH! Why fuckin’ call it that?
He throws a biro at his monitor in frustration.
I have no answer for him.
But am convinced he has also imagined the same ‘Annual Toaster Manufacturer and Baker Conspiracy Meeting’ that I have, in which leaders of their respective industries get together in Geneva each year to figure out new ways of pissing us off.
I just haven’t the heart to get that cross about it anymore.