1 - I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy
[Odd's life had a tendancy of requiring an unusual amount of laundry. A fry cook's life was hazardous enough. While Odd himself didn't object to the lingering aromas of bacon, bubbling fat and hashbrowns, they had proven to be less than welcomed by other people in his life. And then there were the stains. It could take any number of scrubbings to remove the smatterings of hot grease after they'd dried on his apron or the thin, exposed fabric of his t-shirt.
And that was without mentioning his...extracurricular activities. After the first time you've had to jump into a dumpster to hide from a pair of small eyed thugs who'd like to beat you within an inch of your life...well...you start stocking up on extra pairs of socks.
Despite all of that, he hadn't exactly been expecting the need for such emergency clothes care today. Still on leave from the Pico Mundo Grill, he'd planned on staying home and listening to Elvis's Something for Everybody album and maybe even work on that manuscript he'd promised Little Ozzie. If he could find the time.
He had not planned on finding himself fifteen feet up in the air, suspended by nothing at all. Similarly, he hadn't planned on falling those fifteen feet into a pool, drenching his t-shirt, his jeans, and the brand new shoes he'd just bought to replace the last ones that had been ruined by Terrible Chester. There's a second splash as his journal falls in next to him, narrowly missing his head as he comes up sputtering.
With very little grace, he pulls himself up onto the drier tile. As a second thought, he fishes the book from the water as well, though it's much to wet to try and read right now.]
[Quietly] This sure doesn't feel like Kansas.
[Dripping, he'll squelch towards the door and out into the lobby, journal tucked under his arm.]
And that was without mentioning his...extracurricular activities. After the first time you've had to jump into a dumpster to hide from a pair of small eyed thugs who'd like to beat you within an inch of your life...well...you start stocking up on extra pairs of socks.
Despite all of that, he hadn't exactly been expecting the need for such emergency clothes care today. Still on leave from the Pico Mundo Grill, he'd planned on staying home and listening to Elvis's Something for Everybody album and maybe even work on that manuscript he'd promised Little Ozzie. If he could find the time.
He had not planned on finding himself fifteen feet up in the air, suspended by nothing at all. Similarly, he hadn't planned on falling those fifteen feet into a pool, drenching his t-shirt, his jeans, and the brand new shoes he'd just bought to replace the last ones that had been ruined by Terrible Chester. There's a second splash as his journal falls in next to him, narrowly missing his head as he comes up sputtering.
With very little grace, he pulls himself up onto the drier tile. As a second thought, he fishes the book from the water as well, though it's much to wet to try and read right now.]
[Quietly] This sure doesn't feel like Kansas.
[Dripping, he'll squelch towards the door and out into the lobby, journal tucked under his arm.]