TRASH by EndMaster R

“Look if you wanna go fix that shithead’s car go right ahead, but I ain’t doin’ it! He’s already pissed me off, with his condescending attitude. I’m libel to kick his ass.”
“(COUGH!) Oh fine I’ll fuckin’ do it then! Get back to fuckin’ work on that TV and look after the shop if you think (COUGH!) you can handle that!”
“Yeah, yeah. See ya later Ironside.” You say dismissively as he squeaks out the door.

You work in peace until someone enters the shop. Oh great it’s your “friend” Dan. He’s very surprised to see you. He’s looking around and twitchy as usual.

“Hey Mel, what’re you doing here?”
“I work here now, what’re you doing here?”
“Uh, no reason…”
“Bullshit, you’re probably in here to rip something off to support your fuckin’ habit! Shit, you’re so fuckin’ obvious!”
“I am not! I was uh, looking for a job here too!”
“Dan, you gotta be fucking desperate, what fucking dealer is going to take BROKEN TVS as payment?! Not to mention stupid, you know what Jim would do to you, if he caught you? Crazy fucker has more weapons than the army.”
“Shhh! Come on Mel, isn’t there something here that’s fixed yet?”
“How should I know? I just started working here! I guess that waffle iron over on that table’s fixed. In fact anything on that table I think is ready. And NO! You’re not getting me in fuckin’ trouble because you’re a goddamn thieving junkie! So you’d better just go else where.”
“Aww come on! I just need something!”