Post by Casimir Laska on Mar 16, 2024 16:02:44 GMT
(Why is this bitch staring at me? I am simply a cashier – I will provide no guidance, no help, nothing, nada, zero, zilch! She has no items but is still walking this way, that is not how this works Bimbo. Go gather some items, approach the counter, I will tell you Hello – I will finalize the transaction and then I will say Goodbye. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You wicked tramp, how dare you act...)
[Casimir continues to stare down at his open book as the woman begins her approach. She is a stunning woman. Five Foot-Seven at the most, almond brown eyes and naturally dark hair that changes to different shades of autumn depending on how the light touches it. She has been standing looking at the endcap of various gift cards for nearly ten minutes.]
(…ually expect me to solve your hesitations. You probably have questions about that display of cards you have been admiring and gawking at for hours, don’t you? Do you want me to tell you how those little pieces of plastic have absolutely destroyed the homes of millions? Do you want me to explain to you that the fee you pay to activate that silly piece of plastic has caused wars, famine, and reliance on retail therapy? Fucking damnit. I can smell you getting closer Lady Tramp. This is my absolute h…)
“Hello! I’m Casimir – your friendly checkout man! Welcome to This or That – where we will always have this and that – or even trade this for that! What can I help you with today bimbo? Lady, I mean Mam’, Misses Mam.”
[Without readjusting, Casimir retains the same overly obnoxious smile the entire time.]
(HELL! MY ABSOLUTE HELL. Do not ask me about those god forsaken cards, do you understand me? I’ve never been to any of those places and never will be. Where in the flying fuck is Tonya? She was supposed to be back from lunch 23 minutes ago. That whore is probably going down on Bristol again. Fuck Bristol. Ever since he took over this location – nothing gets done, and I am stuck here to answer everyone else. Must be nice to get blown and not have to talk to these psychopathic, debt-ridden, shopaholic females.)
“Little too old to be reading nursey rhymes, aren’t you love?”
[She leans in closer to the counter, placing both elbows on the platform while pointing at the book in Casimir’s hand. Casimir, keeping the same bullshit smile – laughs. The woman, confused by the laughter, joins in.]
“Well, my mom was never able to read me any of these stories.”
“I’m so sorry my dear, what held her back from telling you such tales?”
“She was shot in the face by my father. Well, maybe my brother. I don’t know, but she’s very dead. Come to think about it – I’m glad she didn’t have to read me this magic bag of lies anyways – I’d be wayyyyy more messed up than I already am. Like, check this out…”
[Casimir turns the book towards her and shows her the current section he is on.]
“’Pop! Goes The Weasel!’ This was one of my absolute favorites as a child. I always wished that silly monkey would chase me.”
(Of course, this lady lemming wants to be chased by the silly monkeys in the world. Lady, you can’t face the truths in front of you, can you? BEWARE. Help her be aware Casimir. MAKE HER! Stop running. Put on your smile. Humble her.)
“Lady, you don’t want that at all. These are just silly words and phrases to distract you from the obvious meaning. There are no silly animals chasing each other – there’s evil fuckheads paying you pennies on the true value of your items just so you can eat that night. Imagine my mom telling this tale to me when I was three. I’d probably grow up thinking there is good in this world – like actual monkeys chasing me. What a silly thought.”
[Casimir’s smile continues. The lady pulls her arms back from the platform. Her initial attempts to flirt have now gone cold. She seems concerned by the conversation.]
“I am so sorry about your poor mother.”
“Ah, it’s ok. She did a lot of drugs. Probably not a lot of gas left in that old tank anyways.”
[She backs up completely away from the checkout table. She signals goodbye to Casimir and walks out of the store entirely.]
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Cash. Another customer leaving empty handed? Look at me you nimrod!”
“Bristol, you know my name is Casimir.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what your name is. What I do give a flying fuck about is how much you’re offending these customers. Can you stop being an absolute psychopath around customers, that’s all I ask.”
[Casimir stands up, Nursery Rhyme book sat on the table, right fist clinched. Looking eye to eye with Bristol, Bristol begins to back away a bit.]
(Don’t let him control you Casimir. Confess Casimir, confess to yourself. GO AWAY. RUN AWAY. Does this drop in the bucket, simple, dumb-fuck of a man think he intimidates me in anyway? Do you realize the absolute awful, atrocious, terrifying, and horrible things I can do to us? MAKE HIM AWARE CASIMIR. Beware. AWARE. BEWARE.)
“aware. beware. aware. beware.”“What are you mumbling about idiot?”
(Is he worth the blood? Is he worth his life, Casimir? He’s just like the rest of them. You aren’t a psychopath Casimir – you are the truth in a world of lies. You are the hope in a world of horror. Don’t waste your gift on those already dead. You’re dead! Don’t lose yourself in vulnerable moments Casimir. Make him aware, NOW! I’ll keep the smile on my face, but one more word and I’ll carve a fucking smile on his. That’s it Casimir, MAKE HIM AWARE!)
“Beware.”
“Is that a threat you maniac? You’ve done some crazy, stupid stuff Cash – but I will not be threatened, especially by a mindless lunatic.”
(He’s shaking. He’s afraid of us. But you warned him Casimir – you didn’t make him AWARE. He got the message, didn’t he? You messed up again. I am not responsible for saving these lives. I am not the one chosen to make them AWARE. Am I? You know you are Casimir – you know you are. Run away. Stay and do your job. THIS ISN’T MY JOB. THESE ARE NOT MY PEOPLE. No one is your person. It’s just us Casimir. Put on that god-damn smile.)
[His clenched fist, released. His clenched jaw, released. The smile as fraudulent as the world takes over his face again. He picks up the nursery rhymes and inches closer to Bristol. The front door opens and in walks Tonya. She sips at her coffee while looking on at the stare down.]
“A threat? You think I’m threatening you, ya silly goose? I wanted you to be aware of your fly being so open. I wouldn’t want your wiener falling out in public Bristy Buddy.”
“Don’t speak of my wiener ever again Cash.”
“But your zipper, the wiener could…”
“KEEP MY WIENER OUT OF YOUR MOUTH CASH! Listen, Cash – this has gone way too far. I don’t think this is going to..”
“Bris Baby, let me stop you right there. We’re all dear, dear friends – and I hate doing this – but my name is being called elsewhere, and I don’t think I can give them same level of help that I once had given.”
(Life isn’t a comedy. Prepare him. This isn’t my job; this isn’t what I was put here to do. Run fast. It can only continue to get worse Casimir. You’re running again, coward? BE QUIET. Some will never be AWARE and that’s not my fault. So, Run! Will you all follow? You’re stuck with us Casimir. I’m stuck in this world. This world with no agenda other than how they can fuck me over next. I’m not running, I am the path. I am awareness.)
“I think we all need to calm down. Casimir, you aren’t leaving, are you? We could really use your help.”
(You do need me. You need us. And no one ever sees it until the help moves along. I’m not here to HELP. You should have learned long, long ago. You don’t need my help, but you do need me. The World needs me. They need us Casimir. It’s too late for your pitiful attempts at our salvation. It’s never too late. Make them AWARE. Stop and RUN!)
“Casimir?”
“Tonya, listen – it’s nothing against you. You two will be fine. You are a great representative of this world.”
“Cut the bullshit Casimir.”
“BRISTOL! Stop.”
“Stop fighting you two. There’s too much bullshit in this world to let anger in. Just SMILE.”
[Casimir walks away from the two and pushes the door to the shop open.]
“Also, no offense at all Tonya – but please take this mint. Your breath kind of smells like wiener.”
(Wiener? You used wiener again? Cock would have been so much funnier. Cock would have made them AWARE. I’m not running, I’m choosing. I can’t waste anymore of my path on these jokes. The world will swallow them as it does. Good riddance.)
[Casimir walks towards the back alley where his Teal 1994 Pontiac Sunfire is parked. He goes to grab his keys but grabs at his vibrating cellphone instead.]
“Hello, this is a collect call from The Ohio State Penitentiary. Will you accept an inmate call from, “
“Dad.”
/end.