The She-Man and the Manwhore (No Longer Writing)

Prologue: A Man on His Period.

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Prologue: A Man on His Period.

I wanted to puke my guts out. I didn't even know if that was possible. Could someone actually puke their guts out? I didn't know, but I was going to find out as the smell of urine invaded my olfactory glands.

Yes, I said urine. Not chocolate, coconuts, or even grandma's homemade cookies.

Nope. I was smelling urine.

And not just any urine. A man's urine. No this wasn't some sort of weird sex dream, or some kinky fantasy. I was actually in the men's bathroom with a sponge in my hand, cleaning the urine stall. Or whatever the hell this was.

This was my job, being a professional ass wiper. When I applied for a job at a stupid local grocery store, I didn't think I would end up as the janitor. Well not technically a janitor. Nope, but I was the "new kid" who got the honor of holding the toilet brush and doing the job no one else wanted.

"Excuse me." My eyes snapped up to see a small boy who look like he was going to pee in his pants.

Normally, any sane person would move out of the way of the tiny pee dispenser and let him pee his little heart out, but I wasn't a normal person. I was a bitch on crack; at least that's what my friend called me. And yes, I said friend, not friends, as in the plural of friend. Just one friend. Singular. Don't get me wrong, I had my fair share of acquaintances that people that others might call friends. But I only gave that title to one girl, the girl who held my hair as I vomited the mystery meat, served to me by the cafeteria lady, into the toilet. She was my friend, my only friend.

"You want to pee?" I asked nicely as I got up from a crouching position. The little boy nodded as he did his potty dance.

"Well too bad! I just spend four hours cleaning this piece of shit, and I'm not even talking figuratively, man. Literally! I literally just cleaned up other people's shit, so unless you want to take the sponge and clean up your own piss afterwards, you'd better run out of here before I whack you with this toilet brush." I didn't even have a chance to breathe before the kid ran out of the bathroom crying "Mommy!"

***

"No ma'am, for the billionth time, you can't use this coupon," I said in an exasperated voice as the old lady just stared at me. You'd think I'd just told her that I was her grandchild.

"This is a perfectly good coupon and I want to use it!" Stubborn old lady. I wished I could take her cane and smack her upside the head.

I needed anger management classes. Honestly, my temper was out of control, but this what the Happy Mart did to me. Every Friday and Saturday night I was here, working till one in the morning, earning minimum wage.

"This coupon expired in 1995," I explained, rubbing my temples. I had two minutes before I got to clock out of this stupid job, and I wasn't going to let this lady make me stay overtime. "You know what? Here, I will take my own five dollars and pay for it myself if you leave in the next five seconds."

She didn't need to be asked twice as she waddled her butt out the exit door. Cheapo.

I glanced at my watch to see it said 12:59. I could almost do a happy dance. I was finally out of this hell hole. Thank you, Jesus!