DogOfHavoc
Future Tragedy
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I wrote this for school, it's a little rough but here it is. As always, thoughts?
I don’t like homeless people. They are dirty, they smell, they are rude and they are a visual blemish. Such vagabonds are nothing like the fine and classy people that I work with at Lender and Spender Attorneys at Law. I’m a private practice attorney, and as such I get to interact with highly intelligent and intriguing people on a daily basis. I love coming to work everyday to that stately complex of offices where I work. Everyday as I walk down the sidewalk towards the building I swell with pride. I remember one day in particular at Lender and Spender that was not as pleasant at the rest. I was hustling down the sidewalk towards work. Every few seconds I glanced at my watch, afraid I would be late. Nervously I fumbled with my cufflinks and ruffled my hands over my suit coat. “Today is an important day” I thought to myself one of Lender and Spender’s most wealthy clients was paying a visit. I was especially proud of my outfit on that day. I was decked out in a beautiful blue suit jacket, with an extremely expensive yellow shirt and tie. So you can imagine my chagrin when I saw Frank loitering outside Lender and Spender. What a day to meet that guy. Frank was a grimy, nasty hobo. His face was covered in a gross grizzled beard and his hair was pinched into long strands of dirty braids. He wore a tattered mass of gray rags for clothing and his teeth were yellow and gross, probably from drugs, alcohol, dirty food or a wonderful medley of all three. As I hustled up the marble stairs into Lender and Spender I tried hard not to look at that abomination, but he would not be ignored. The crazy street man dove in front of me, rattling a cup in his hands.
“Spare change Mr. Fancypants?” he inquired with mock respect.
“Move you trash” I vehemently retorted, trying to avoid eye contact. Those eyes… Those eyes were disgusting. I had never associated the word dirty with eyes, but I did on that day. The eyes were a light blue with flecks of brown. They actually seemed to have grime on them.
“Please sir, just a few pennies will do.”
“I said no. Go get a job you filth” I said, as I stepped around him and hustled up the stairs.
As I swung open the door I heard Frank yell up the stairs “Maybe I will, yea… Maybe I will Fancypants.”
The rest of the day went well until lunch. I was on my way to get some food, coffee in hand, when I slipped on a puddle of spilled water. Smashing hard on my rear, I watched as my coffee soared up into the air. It spun upwards and seemed to stand still for a second in midair. Then Sir Newton’s cruelty reared its ugly head, and the coffee surged earthward, coating my new suit and my head in a steamy mess. Frustration took over, and rather than clean up the suit I tore it off and disposed of it in the trashcans outside the building. Afterwards, I finished cleaning myself off and finished the work day.
The next day I arrived at work early, I was happy to see there were no demonic hobos outside today. On my way in I was pulled aside by one of my co-workers. She informed me that a very important litigator from another law firm was here. Apparently this guy was big new and was causing quite a stir. He had arrived early that morning out of nowhere, with no warning. I had never heard of the guy but I pretended like I did. No need to sound foolish right? Hustling upstairs I was introduced to this important man, by the name of Mr. Francis Street. He was an imposing sight. Francis had a rugged beard that I’m quite sure women would have found attractive. His hair was braided into the most charming dreadlocks. I was impressed that such a classy man could pull of such a down to earth hairdo. I could tell he was a hard worker from his teeth. They were yellowed, most likely from early mornings and late evenings at his office with only coffee to keep him awake. I can always tell a hard worker. Though all of these features contributed to a handsome and successful looking man, the most striking features were his eyes. They were a light blue with dark brown spots. Their deep recesses seemed to imply he had seen too much, and was much the wiser for having seen it. Mr. Street wore an elegant shirt with splashes of brown with a brownish yellow tie and shirt. He did not say much, simply asked to be shown around. When inquired as to his reason for being at Lender and Spender he simply replied “I’m looking to get a job.” Francis left around lunchtime and we never heard from him again. However, he left a lasting impression on me. I was quite impressed by the way he carried himself and by how classy he was. He had a calming effect on everyone in stressful atmosphere of Lender and Spender Attorneys at Law. In fact, he calmed me down so much I overcame my anger from the previous day. I decided not to waste my expensive suit. Figuring I could have the coffee stains removed by a drycleaner, I left the building. With a smile I went to the trashcan to get the clothes I had thrown out the previous day. I found they were no longer there.
“Spare change Mr. Fancypants?” he inquired with mock respect.
“Move you trash” I vehemently retorted, trying to avoid eye contact. Those eyes… Those eyes were disgusting. I had never associated the word dirty with eyes, but I did on that day. The eyes were a light blue with flecks of brown. They actually seemed to have grime on them.
“Please sir, just a few pennies will do.”
“I said no. Go get a job you filth” I said, as I stepped around him and hustled up the stairs.
As I swung open the door I heard Frank yell up the stairs “Maybe I will, yea… Maybe I will Fancypants.”
The rest of the day went well until lunch. I was on my way to get some food, coffee in hand, when I slipped on a puddle of spilled water. Smashing hard on my rear, I watched as my coffee soared up into the air. It spun upwards and seemed to stand still for a second in midair. Then Sir Newton’s cruelty reared its ugly head, and the coffee surged earthward, coating my new suit and my head in a steamy mess. Frustration took over, and rather than clean up the suit I tore it off and disposed of it in the trashcans outside the building. Afterwards, I finished cleaning myself off and finished the work day.
The next day I arrived at work early, I was happy to see there were no demonic hobos outside today. On my way in I was pulled aside by one of my co-workers. She informed me that a very important litigator from another law firm was here. Apparently this guy was big new and was causing quite a stir. He had arrived early that morning out of nowhere, with no warning. I had never heard of the guy but I pretended like I did. No need to sound foolish right? Hustling upstairs I was introduced to this important man, by the name of Mr. Francis Street. He was an imposing sight. Francis had a rugged beard that I’m quite sure women would have found attractive. His hair was braided into the most charming dreadlocks. I was impressed that such a classy man could pull of such a down to earth hairdo. I could tell he was a hard worker from his teeth. They were yellowed, most likely from early mornings and late evenings at his office with only coffee to keep him awake. I can always tell a hard worker. Though all of these features contributed to a handsome and successful looking man, the most striking features were his eyes. They were a light blue with dark brown spots. Their deep recesses seemed to imply he had seen too much, and was much the wiser for having seen it. Mr. Street wore an elegant shirt with splashes of brown with a brownish yellow tie and shirt. He did not say much, simply asked to be shown around. When inquired as to his reason for being at Lender and Spender he simply replied “I’m looking to get a job.” Francis left around lunchtime and we never heard from him again. However, he left a lasting impression on me. I was quite impressed by the way he carried himself and by how classy he was. He had a calming effect on everyone in stressful atmosphere of Lender and Spender Attorneys at Law. In fact, he calmed me down so much I overcame my anger from the previous day. I decided not to waste my expensive suit. Figuring I could have the coffee stains removed by a drycleaner, I left the building. With a smile I went to the trashcan to get the clothes I had thrown out the previous day. I found they were no longer there.
