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PX 4142
Hey folks. This is something I was thinking about and decided to write it down. I'm thinking of making it the opening to a story I've been thinking of. Your opinions and critiques would be greatly appreciated. Negative and positive are all welcome as long as it's constructive. Thanks in advance.
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The welfare office is a very funny place. You've got people from every ethnicity sitting in limbo and becoming very agitated. You're given a number and told to wait in a room packed with strangers. Funny thing about the number you're given is that, it basically doesn't mean shit. It's never in order. Instead, it's based on whichever overworked, uncaring worker gets your number and gets time to call you.
You've got PB4041 and you hear, "PB4045!" You look down thinking, did they call me and I just didn't hear? No, you just have to wait.
A young lady has PX4142 and THEY call "X4142". She gets excited, but, only momentarily as she's told, "Not PX, X". It's like a bad casino game. "Come on lucky number PX4142, momma needs to get some food stamps to feed her kids."
"PX4144." She gets agitated. "What happened to PX4142?"
"Ma'am you just have to wait", the worker replies.
"I've been waiting for 3 hours!", she yells.
The worker looks at her and just shrugs in a way that tells her that's just the way it is. The lady gets more agitated. She's been sitting so long her ass doesn't even hurt anymore, it's numb. Finally, her number gets called and she jumps up like a contestant on The Price Is Right.
"Number PX4142, come on down!". Only, she's not playing for "A new car!" or an all expense paid trip to some exotic locale. She's playing so that maybe, just maybe, her kids can eat tonight and she can avoid being evicted and living on the street.
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Last edited by RyeCatcher24 : 09-11-2007 at 03:34 PM.
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