No rights: homage.
/Do your homework/
/hand it in/
/do your homework/
/you can’t win/.
The newly hired, seventeen year old busser arrives for her fifth shift.
I have been training her; and, she is under the mistaken impression that she answers to me.
She walks up to me and says: I know I’m supposed to wear all black, but I felt like wearing green today.
She wears a lovely army-style green button down shirt.
Am I busted or does it really matter?: she asks.
Yeah, it matters: I laugh: They’re gonna make you go home and change, I bet, but talk to J.
J. sends her home to change clothes.
I think: she’s gonna fit in just fine, on this isle of misfit toys, if she can deal with wearing the uniformed colour.