Written by Mark Edgemon
His name was Chance…really! He had a hard time holding down a job due to his ill temper and froward mouth. He worked as a dishwasher at a restaurant, until he was fired for blowing up at the waitresses as they kept bringing him more and more dishes. He took it as an insult, but whom else would they take the dirty dishes to.
His next job was cleaning up the parking lot of a local fast food restaurant, but he would throw trash at the customers as they drove through the take out window. It made him angry when he saw customers throw trash out of their cars, so he threw it back at them. He didn’t think it through, that if the customers did not throw trash out of their cars, wrong or not, he would not have a job. Eventually, he was fired from that job too.
They re-hired him at the previous restaurant and for a while, he was on his good behavior, but soon he was yelling again this time at the managers. The lead manager put him on the front cash register, believing this would be better than firing him again, since he was short of help.
Chance had a foul mouth and cursed as customers would ask him questions or want correct change or even look at him. The lead manager was soon fired by the area supervisor for this unbelievably stupid move of putting this angry man on the front register.
Chance was fired once again and was walking the streets looking for a job when a policeman stopped him and started asking him questions. Chance cursed him, the policeman tried to arrest him, chance hit him and before he knew it, many other police cars drove to the scene and subdued him on the ground. He was given six months in the county jail, where he would regularly talk foul to the inmates and would be beaten senseless. This would happen just about everyday, so that you could just about set your watch by it.
The warden was asked if he thought this new prisoner would ever learn to keep his anger in check and his mouth shut and he replied, “Not a chance!”
Copyright © 2008 Mark Edgemon