Logicless Logic

ah ha!

Chong sat smugly on his seat. To the rest of the world, the stool was merely a cheap, worn, red plastic stool. If one would even bother commenting on it, they would probably say it was unsightly, a blight in the picture. However, it fitted perfectly in the facility Chong was guarding. Chong was very proud of his job guarding the aforementioned facility, located far out in the Western fringe of the country. It was "classified", which made his job seem grand and important. His senior ranking amongst the lower class men also contributed to his overall self-important attitude.

A shadow loomed over the red stool. Chong turned his face upwards. It was not a pleasant sight. His face was pock-marked and square. Generally, if a survey was taken, grading the look of his face from 1-10, 1 being the lowest, he would probably score a solid -6billion. Not that hag was to know that. The shadow however, was quite repulsed, and reprimanded him for lounging around. Chong got up, not too happy about it, but forced a smile. "Yes Sir. I'll start now." He had a quota to fill for his job, and he was far from it. Now was the time to start.

In the distance, Chong spotted 2 lower ranked men walking towards him. Both were in their civilian attire, ready to go home after a hard days work. He eyed the man on the left, as he carried a bag. "Time to fill that quota. And I don't like his funny T-Shirt."

"Bag check," Chong announced in a conceited tone. The man handed over his bag. Chong rummaged through it. The bag was almost empty save an umbrella and a cap. Or was it? Chong was smarter than that. He unzipped the front compartment and lo and behold! 3 pieces of expired chewing gum. He knew it wasn't being smuggled, since it was already expired and put in full view. The man didn't even try to hide it. But he couldn't stand the T-shirt. What's with the circle? And he had to fill his quota for the day.

"AH HA! What is this I see? Trying to smuggle chewing gum eh? Please hand me your identification and sign here for verification." The man looked bored. "The nerve of him to belittle my job," Chong was genuinely offended. But he had the last laugh. The guy had filled his quota, which made him feel better. And he wasn't going to get away with smuggling contraband items in a classified camp. Chong felt his anger recede and his pride rise. He smiled a smug smile as he watched the back of T-shirt with a circle moving further and further away.

Twenty minutes later, Chong was getting ready to go home. He left the classified facility and walked along the path to the train station, still gloating about "his catch of the day". As he was floating on cloud nine in his own world, reality came crashing down onto him in the form of an unclosed drain cover. Chong had plunged his leg into it, falling over awkwardly. He tried to get up and walk away as fast as possible, regaining whatever dignity which had fallen into the drain along with him. A sharp pain shot up his right shin, which he realised wasn't in the best condition. He needed help.

"Hey! Can I get some help here?" A head turned back. The shirt looked familiar. Circle. The guy smiled at him politely as he walked away. Chong, helpless and dignity all but gone, could only look at the funny circle patterned T-shirt moving further and further away.

justin.

posted by justin @ 7:29 PM