Daily dickhead

I wonder who, I wonder when…but most of all I just wonder why. Someone, anyone, to be honest most people. But somebody today is going to be my daily dickhead. Yes someone today is gonna get right on my tits… I can feel it…in my tits
I spotted a couple tit twisters walking into work today, lurking around the quick-save. Just fucking typical them. Strolling up and down, up and down, up and down, back and bloody forth like a malevolent yoyo that’s been dunked in shit and I’m the first one to give it a spin.
Just don’t make eye contact with these goddam trolls I say to myself and maybe I won’t have to suffer the awkward embrace of the human condition. No siree. Ha! No siree indeed.
Jesus there’s one now, uuuhhhh. I can feel its embrace. Maybe I’ll have a bath this evening…in my clothes
Stop it just stop it. I say to myself. But then again look at that mans face. Look at him! Good God. I wonder if it’s worth asking about. I bet there’s a real history behind that face. Yes a history he dared not repeat. A face his mother won’t own up to out of fear of getting a slap for it.
I should certainly imagine he’s got his own problems.
Mine have just begun. As I open the bar for service the punters start rolling in. troves of hunched over and slightly malnourished fellows shuffle down the ramp into the gallows to consume quantities of overly sugared shit and talk about sport and finances
The hackles behind my glasses raise as I recognise one of them. And as sure as a dick sandwich tastes funny … he recognised me.
This guy was definitely going to be top of the daily dickhead. I tilt my head up and back quickly in the typical way men of my age acknowledge each other without being fucked to say hello or attempt to remember their names. This is so weak. But I’d bought the ticket already, I’d invested …I did the head thing.
Before I could get a word in edgeways a conversation was started about the intricacies of rivalling superheroes and the war that was raging in a fictitious universe.
What the fuck is this guy on about?
I hadn’t the foggiest. But all I knew was that I had to get out. I just had to.
The pain. The pain. The horror. The horror.
There was no escape. I would have to simply wait and listen patiently. Like being in public toilet till someone uses the hand dryer.
Daily dickhead, top of my list, ticked for today.