Post by pope on Oct 12, 2009 18:07:40 GMT -5
"...what are you doing here?" Hugo Cesare glared angrily at the vagabond that stood in the way of his mop. Hugo had spent much of his life working this dead-end job, and he didn't have enough time to deal with the droopy-eyed young man now crouching next to a drinking fountain. "Oy, ninõ!" The young man looked up slowly, as if surprised someone was talking to him. "Si?" Cesare felt a twitch of annoyance from the young man's attitude--as if he was supposed to stand there and get in the way of Hugo's cleaning. "Hijo de Puta, no loitering!" "Oh come on, cut a fellow Catholic some slack." Hugo sighed as he looked at the boy. "You're Catholic?" "Si, named after St. Luke." Hugo for a moment was tempted to hit the boy with his mop anyway, but the boy's messy hair seemed screwed up enough anyway, and Hugo tried that trick often when he was buying food from the local Grocer. Ah well. "You better be gone by the time I get back." "Thank you, sir!" "rgh, just get outta here," Hugo muttered as he wandered off. Airport Toilets didn't clean themselves.
The boy scratched himself on the head as he looked around. Just in time, an old man in an old natty business suit walked up to him. "About time," the boy remarked, though not in any incriminating way. "I'm sorry, young master...we old men may grow smaller, but our bladders never shrink." "Nasty Old Man," the boy muttered as he stood up, though he sounded more cheerful than insulting. "Let's go...we have a rebellion to start."
The boy scratched himself on the head as he looked around. Just in time, an old man in an old natty business suit walked up to him. "About time," the boy remarked, though not in any incriminating way. "I'm sorry, young master...we old men may grow smaller, but our bladders never shrink." "Nasty Old Man," the boy muttered as he stood up, though he sounded more cheerful than insulting. "Let's go...we have a rebellion to start."
