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Chapter 3 No Name, No Name
“Smiley and I used to work together,” she told me. “Back at the good old Golden Arches. He cooked and I served. Then I got laid off.”
“Oh Sil-vah!” Mick yelled, rolling his eyes. “You mean fired.”
“Laid-off, fired. Same thing,” she added, waving her hand as if swatting a fly. We were still down stairs by the bookstore, students milling about, some shelves empty, looking like an afternoon donut shop.
“She was fired because she tried cleaning the parking lot riding on a bicycle. They told her not to but she wouldn't listen.”
“It was a dumb rule. I'm much faster on a bike.” She made a face, crinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue. It made me feel like pouring salt on it.
“Yeah, that's what that kid you ran over said.” She didn't reply, instead giving her shoulders a shrug and snorting.
“How long have you known Smiley?” she asked me. I looked at my watch.
“About ninety minutes now. But I thought his name is Mick.”
“Everyone calls him Smiley. He always smiles.” Mick showed me his teeth, rolling his eyes at the same time.
“You still work at the Golden Arches?” I asked him.
“No,” she laughed, answering for him. “He got fired right after me.”
“You ride your bike too?”
“Nah,” Mick answered me, pulling out a pair of dark sunglasses and slipping them on as if he was Mr. Cool.
“He did something worse. He hit a man in the face with a piece of cheese,” she laughed again. “The man was bald and the cheese stuck to the side of his head. It was a riot. We all laughed.”
“I bet he didn't,” I said.
“Not at first,” she continued. “But he sure did after Mick got fired.”
“Ah, me, me,” Mick said, grabbing his right cheek with his right hand and flapping it back and forth so that it made a rapid, click, click, click, click.
“Ah, you, you,” she yelled grabbing her own cheek and slobbering down her face.
“Sil-vah!”
“Go-old!”
“Beep!”
“Honk, honk!”
“Well, look here,” I began, looking at my watch, having heard enough. “I've got to be going. I have to work today.”
“Really?” the girl said, as if she had been waiting for me to say this.
“Really,” I answered cautiously, standing up.
“What part of town you headed to?” she asked, standing up as well, smoothing her hands down her little red skirt.
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SpiritualJoshua Nun starts his first year in college with hopes of adventure, education and finding a girlfriend. Much to his surprise he meets not one but three ladies, all who want to help him find God. Joshua, with help from his friends, manages to travel...
