Places: An Adventurous Journey to Places ~~ Episode One ~~ The First Place
Another Strange Twist
Many years ago, I worked at a place. It was a nice place. I was eighteen.
Two days on the job, I met a new coworker. He was a more experienced mop pusher than I was, and worked very hard. He introduced himself as Fuk, pronounced "fuck". A very nice man.
The bosses insisted we pronounce Fuk's name like this, "Fook". Fuk wasn't fluent in the English language, and there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm fluent. He did seem restricted in his arguments though, and he did not like being called "Fook".
"We don't call Richard, 'Bichard'," he laughed during a cigarette break. We soon started to though. It seemed fitting.
The only interesting thing I can really tell you about that week and a half seems to slip my mind. I have to think really hard. I remember my friend Dave spending a lot of time outside, smoking weed.
I didn't last long as a mop pusher. I could not keep up to that Fuk. I guess if I would have applied myself, there's a strong possibility I'd have made it.
Where's Fuk? Hey Fuk!
"Don't yell that across the building when the customers are entering," they said.
We all worked the night shift, sometimes shit would go down, and we'd have to stay late. During the night though, we could yell all we wanted. People really do play Marco-Polo in grocery stores late at night. It's not a myth.
Eventually the powers at be put a stop to that as well. Not the Marco-Polo matches, but calling for Fuk from the other side of the store. "Fuk, bring your mop here," said everyone, ever, until that night. We all did our best to obey the rules. Fuk's name eventually became, "Hey!"
Hey hated this.
It was my last shift before I accidentally got fired. I remember enjoying one last cigarette with my friend Fuk.
"My father gave me this name," Fuk mumbled. "Why can't they just say my name?"
He knew about the vulgar slang, he used it all the time, but I still said, "Your name, it sounds like fuck."
He got angry, said his body language. He slowly got up and stepped away from the picnic table.
There really were no names left to use.
Oh there's more, but they are Few and Far Between.
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