Bleep Bleep Bleep
Dale opened his eyes, he hated the sound of his alarm clock but then supposed that that was the point. With a slap he silenced the damned thing. It was nearly 7:00am, he had to shit, shower and shave before he headed off to work. Screw it! He would shower after work, shit while at work (might as well get paid for it) and shave sometime next week—it wasn’t like those three hairs on his chin were going to be getting company anytime soon. He would just rest his eyes for five or ten minutes.
“Dale. Dale, honey, don’t you got work today?”
Dale opened his eyes to find his mom standing over him. “What time is it?” Dale asked as he yawned.
“It’s just after eight.”
“What?!” Dale jumped from his bed; his lord of the rings blanket flying to the floor. “I’m late!”
In a matter of minutes Dale had donned his obnoxiously coloured purple and red uniform complete with shiny gold name-tag dangling from the shirt collar, scarfed a cold pop tart, threw on his shoes, snatched the keys to his mom’s minivan and bolted out the door. Continue reading