Delta40
12-22-2008, 05:26 AM
The dumb stupid fat guy is jerked forward as the train comes to a stop at the station. People mill forward pushing him this way and that but even though his body is aching all over; he clings on desperately to his position and holds his breath. He just wants to get home. Sandwiched between a mother with two screaming kids and some moody youth who seems to be daring the DSFG to look at him the wrong way, he decides he should shut his eyes also. Pity he can’t block the racket out. His eyes are caked with dust from the factory and it actually hurts to close them. As soon as he gets home, he will have a long hot shower and scrub all the **** out of his skin and hair. Maybe the people that he works with will go away too.
He reaches his station and with apologetic mumbling pushes his way past the mother, stumbles over her pram, sends a woman flying into the arms of a cyclist, tries to say sorry and finally reaches the open air of the platform.
When he arrives at his little duplex, it is with a sigh of relief. The dumb stupid fat guy’s home is his haven. Work is his hell.
He cuts cardboard for a living. Sounds silly but there is a skill to be found in every job. Somehow, by the end of the day, residue has found its way into every part of his body. On the process line, boxes of all shapes and sizes are produced and stamped for several contract companies. A team of girls works in that area and the DSFG gets a real hard time from this lot. All of them in their little white coats and matching caps, giggle at him because of the odd way he stutters and mumbles but there’s one in particular that gets his goat every time. Little thing with a black ponytail that waggles as cocky as you like when she walks. Each time she speaks to him, she actually flicks it at him as if it was a whip. She’s the ringleader and the others all seem to follow her cue.
Take today for instance, as he approaches with a trolley full of fresh cut cardboard, they are all working away nattering about crap, until one of them looks up, sees him, then taps the ponytail chick who looks over at him. She stops her work and turns to him, hands on hips, smiling saucily and finally with a whip of that ponytail drawls, ‘Well howdy dumb stupid fat guy, whatcha doing?’ The DSFG doesn’t stand a chance. All the others watch him, amused as he stutters ‘Fffine’. They giggle as the ponytail chick approaches him and watches him unload the cardboard onto the pallets. She leans forward as he places a bundle on the ground, her lips close to his ear. ‘Why don’t you tell me how your day is?’ The DSFG just shrugs and replies ‘Nnnnah’. More laughter.
She feigns disappointment and clutches her chest. ‘Aw c’mon tell me, I weelly want to know’. He silently pushes the trolley away amid the lewd snickers. The dsfg doesn’t know if he wants to use his huge hands to throttle her or cradle her. Either way, he decides that he is going to seek revenge. He needs to shut her up good and proper. Besides, that ponytail is driving him nuts, she’s really very cute.
After his shower, the DSFG relaxes to the soothing sounds of Chopin. He has always been a lover of classical music. His house is a library of books. As a child, his speech difficulties forced him behind closed doors but strangely, it opened up another world to him. In many ways the DSFG is a self-educated man. He ponders the difficult situation with the ponytail girl. She frustrates him like hell there is no doubt about that yet he likes her pluck all the same. If he had the gift of the gab, what would he say to her? Tell her to get stuffed? Call her names? She probably wouldn’t speak to him the way she does in the first place anyway. Because of his speech disorder, is he fighting a losing battle? The DSFG knows whatever action he takes it will have the utmost effect. As he unwinds in the safety of his home, he begins to plot her downfall.
It takes most of the evening, but by 2am the dsfg finally switches his computer off and goes to bed.
At lunchtime the following day, the ponytail chick goes to her locker to get her bag. Inside, to her surprise she finds an A4 envelope. It contains a manuscript titled ‘The Living Flower’ by Dumb Stupid Fat Guy. She sits down and starts to read a story where she is the chief character. It is 20 pages of intrigue, tragedy and love and leaves the ponytail girl utterly speechless. Upon its conclusion the ponytail girl is distraught and very upset. She sees herself in the mirror as if for the first time. Suddenly there are a million things she needs to say to the DSFG and she decides she will as soon as she sees him next.
Later in the afternoon when the DSFG brings down a new load of cardboard, the girls go through the same motions as usual, the subtle signal to the pony tail girl ‘Hey hon, your dumb stupid fat guy is here’. She puts down her roll of duct tape and walks over, her pony tail swishing from side to side, as cocky as ever, a sweet twinkle in her eye. She reaches up on her tiptoes and places a hand on his cheek. Where to begin. She bursts forth with, ‘You know for a dumb stupid fat guy, you’re pretty smart’. Nothing else. She goes back to her work. He knows revenge is sweet. The other girls are flabbergasted and remain silent as he leaves the factory floor.
The following day when one of the girls announce his arrival as the dumb stupid fat guy, the pony tail chick snaps at her co-worker violently ‘That’s enough ya hear? She points at him and declares, ‘His name is David and he’s the most brilliant guy I ever met’.
David smiles to himself as he marvels that the pen truly is mightier than the sword.
He reaches his station and with apologetic mumbling pushes his way past the mother, stumbles over her pram, sends a woman flying into the arms of a cyclist, tries to say sorry and finally reaches the open air of the platform.
When he arrives at his little duplex, it is with a sigh of relief. The dumb stupid fat guy’s home is his haven. Work is his hell.
He cuts cardboard for a living. Sounds silly but there is a skill to be found in every job. Somehow, by the end of the day, residue has found its way into every part of his body. On the process line, boxes of all shapes and sizes are produced and stamped for several contract companies. A team of girls works in that area and the DSFG gets a real hard time from this lot. All of them in their little white coats and matching caps, giggle at him because of the odd way he stutters and mumbles but there’s one in particular that gets his goat every time. Little thing with a black ponytail that waggles as cocky as you like when she walks. Each time she speaks to him, she actually flicks it at him as if it was a whip. She’s the ringleader and the others all seem to follow her cue.
Take today for instance, as he approaches with a trolley full of fresh cut cardboard, they are all working away nattering about crap, until one of them looks up, sees him, then taps the ponytail chick who looks over at him. She stops her work and turns to him, hands on hips, smiling saucily and finally with a whip of that ponytail drawls, ‘Well howdy dumb stupid fat guy, whatcha doing?’ The DSFG doesn’t stand a chance. All the others watch him, amused as he stutters ‘Fffine’. They giggle as the ponytail chick approaches him and watches him unload the cardboard onto the pallets. She leans forward as he places a bundle on the ground, her lips close to his ear. ‘Why don’t you tell me how your day is?’ The DSFG just shrugs and replies ‘Nnnnah’. More laughter.
She feigns disappointment and clutches her chest. ‘Aw c’mon tell me, I weelly want to know’. He silently pushes the trolley away amid the lewd snickers. The dsfg doesn’t know if he wants to use his huge hands to throttle her or cradle her. Either way, he decides that he is going to seek revenge. He needs to shut her up good and proper. Besides, that ponytail is driving him nuts, she’s really very cute.
After his shower, the DSFG relaxes to the soothing sounds of Chopin. He has always been a lover of classical music. His house is a library of books. As a child, his speech difficulties forced him behind closed doors but strangely, it opened up another world to him. In many ways the DSFG is a self-educated man. He ponders the difficult situation with the ponytail girl. She frustrates him like hell there is no doubt about that yet he likes her pluck all the same. If he had the gift of the gab, what would he say to her? Tell her to get stuffed? Call her names? She probably wouldn’t speak to him the way she does in the first place anyway. Because of his speech disorder, is he fighting a losing battle? The DSFG knows whatever action he takes it will have the utmost effect. As he unwinds in the safety of his home, he begins to plot her downfall.
It takes most of the evening, but by 2am the dsfg finally switches his computer off and goes to bed.
At lunchtime the following day, the ponytail chick goes to her locker to get her bag. Inside, to her surprise she finds an A4 envelope. It contains a manuscript titled ‘The Living Flower’ by Dumb Stupid Fat Guy. She sits down and starts to read a story where she is the chief character. It is 20 pages of intrigue, tragedy and love and leaves the ponytail girl utterly speechless. Upon its conclusion the ponytail girl is distraught and very upset. She sees herself in the mirror as if for the first time. Suddenly there are a million things she needs to say to the DSFG and she decides she will as soon as she sees him next.
Later in the afternoon when the DSFG brings down a new load of cardboard, the girls go through the same motions as usual, the subtle signal to the pony tail girl ‘Hey hon, your dumb stupid fat guy is here’. She puts down her roll of duct tape and walks over, her pony tail swishing from side to side, as cocky as ever, a sweet twinkle in her eye. She reaches up on her tiptoes and places a hand on his cheek. Where to begin. She bursts forth with, ‘You know for a dumb stupid fat guy, you’re pretty smart’. Nothing else. She goes back to her work. He knows revenge is sweet. The other girls are flabbergasted and remain silent as he leaves the factory floor.
The following day when one of the girls announce his arrival as the dumb stupid fat guy, the pony tail chick snaps at her co-worker violently ‘That’s enough ya hear? She points at him and declares, ‘His name is David and he’s the most brilliant guy I ever met’.
David smiles to himself as he marvels that the pen truly is mightier than the sword.