If you've seen the movie, "Waiting...", you'll know that they have a special game to relieve some of the stress of working at a restaurant.
Now, at the fast food place I worked, I decided to come up with a game, albeit not one as vulgar as the one in that movie.
The game was called "Pearl Harbor". It involved throwing a crumpled up piece of paper towel(bombs) at somebody while yelling "Pearl Harbor". The rules were this:
1: The attacker must yell out "Pearl Harbor" then throw the bomb. If the bomb makes a direct hit on the target, the attacker scores a point. If, they miss the target, then the target is awarded the point.
2: If hit, the target then has a chance to retaliate. He must position himself near the attacker, scream out "Hiroshima!" and punch that person in the arm. If they are to make a direct hit, they are awarded 2 points. However, if they miss, then their target is awarded 1 point.
At the end of the night, the points are tallied up and a winner is declared.
Now, since I came up with the game, the nights I worked, I was always declared the winner. it became something of a goal among my co-workers to bring me down.
Last night, it started out as a typical night.
Unfortuneatley, that soon changed.
There is one particular co-worker, her name is Erica, that I was really attracted to. Very hot, smart, funny, and loved Stephen King.
There was only two problems from me getting her...she preferred Mexican men and had gotten pregnant by one. She was 3 months into it.
I don't have any real problems with the Mexicans that move to my town, except when they get our local women pregnant. We were here first, so we should get first dibs on our women. I should have got first dibs on Erica.
At one point during the night, I see her walking towards me. She flashed her eyes and smiled at me, and then called out my name in a sweet voice.
I should have known better.
I looked up, staring into those beautiful eyes of her, getting so lost in them, that I hardly heard her say it when she screamed it out.
"Pearl Harbor".
The paper towel hit my square in the face.
The next thing i know, she screaming out "I got him! I finally got him!"
She ran around the store, getting high fives from our co-workers.
I was pissed. Extremely pissed. But, I held my composure.
For the next couple of hours, I was the focal point of mockery, but again...I showed no signs of my anger. But, I knew I had to get my revenge.
After the supper rush was over, we all took a few minutes to wind down. We all went to the back and stood around.
I stood next to Erica.
She said, "You are not planning to Hiroshima me, are you?"
I said, "No. But that was a good shot."
A couple of moments went by.
I made my move.
I screamed out, "ROE VERSUS WADE!" and punched in her in the stomach.
As she bent over in pain, I looked at my shocked co-workers and said, "That's how it's done, bitches."
I walked away. The manager followed me.
He asked, "What the hell was that?"
I said, "She Pearl Harbored me. I just retaliated. That should be worth 3 points."
He yelled out, "But you punched her in the stomach!"
I said, "Yeah, it's my game. I'll amend the rules as I see fit."
He shook his head and said, "She's pregnant."
I said, "I know, that's why I said Roe versus Wade."
Well, I got fired for that....it was worth it.
