Late night at the bike shop

keep moving or die

He spent all day in front of a screen, on a phone, in a cubical. Tippy tappy went his keyboard. Tippy tappy went the keyboards all around him. It went on all day long. At quitting time, he exploded out into the sunshine.

“It’s driving me nuts bud - this job - it’s killing me. Sitting there on one place? I’m trapped. They measure EVERYTHING I do. How long are the calls? Timed. How long does it take me to have lunch? Timed. How long does it take for me to have a piss? Timed. I tell ya, they’d shave an inch off my dick if they thought it would make my work day more ‘efficient…”

“If they shaved an inch off, you wouldn’t have anything left".

“That hurts almost as much as me having to work for this damn insurance company. If I know one thing to be true it’s this: humans were not meant to be chained to a desk. I feel like I’m being strangled. All the life is getting choked outta me. This bike is the only thing that keeps me alive.

In the before times, George was a waiter. The money was pretty g…