"No . no . NO! .Hey don't yell at me! .what the hell!? Did you just say 'fuck'!? You can't say 'fuck'! You're a telemarketer! Oh, c'mon that's not appropriate. No I'm not somebody's bitch! No I will not be your bitch!!! I'm reporting you. What's your name? .Pat .Magroin . Hey! Hey! .the fucker hung up." Dante slams the phone on the receiver the wrong way. Damn telemarketers. He looks at the wall clock. "Nine?!" Dante questions himself. He gets up from his sofa in the tiny living room and walks about three feet to turn off his TV. Rushing to get ready he throws on the same 'Bad Religion' shirt he had on yesterday and smells a pair of cargo pants. "Ehhh. clean enough." He says to himself throwing them on. Running out of his house, Dante stares at his wrist-watch and almost completely stops moving. ".Noon?! What the hell?! How can this be!? FUCK!" he turns around and notices his elderly neighbor who was taking out her garbage. "I'm sorry ma'am .I'm just running real late this morning." "For shame! Using foul language like that." The old woman scolds as she hobbles back to her house. Dante, even faster than when he thought it was nine, runs to his car, throws the key in the ignition, and twists. Nothing happens. "DAMMIT!" He shouts when the car sputters and doesn't start. He glances at the same old woman who was taking out her trash that is now flipping him off. Almost ignoring that, how he could is beyond me, he keeps trying to start his car. "C'mon, baby, c'mon! Start . start . start for me. YES!" He shouts as the car, sounding like a diesel truck, shutters on. Dante makes his merry ole' rushed way to work, like everyday. The car rolls into Dante's normal parking spot and collapses. Dante scrambles out of his car and bursts into 'Quick Stop' without even noticing the sheet that still reads 'I assure you we're open." "You're late." Randal mocks as Dante pants and leans on the counter. "You really need to get in shape." Randal goes on not looking up from his paper. "Did you change my wall clock again?" Dante glares at Randal waiting for an answer. Chuckling, "Yeah, heh, guilty." Rand replies. "Why do you ask?" "I'm not even going to justify that with an answer. Did you open RST?" "No, not yet" "Well what are you waiting for!?" "You." "Me?" "Yeah, you." "You don't need my help opening RST." "I know." "Then why were you waiting for me?" "Somebody's gotta man the fort here. But I'm not sure you can withstand that kind of responsibility, seeing how you can't even manage to make it to work on time." "Go open RST." "Yeah yeah yeah." Randal jumps over the counter and kicks the door open. "Hey don't do that!" Dante shouts at him. Randal puts the key into the door to unlock RST, but pulls it out. "You know what?" he says to himself. "He's a bright boy, he'll figure out to come over here." Randal returns to Quick Stop, and takes his stool behind the counter. Dante walks back looking at his clipboard and then at Randal. "I thought you were opening up RST?" "I was, but I didn't see anybody coming. And I'm waiting for somebody." "Who?" "Your mother." "Haha, who?" "My cousin. what're ya? Writing a book?" "Heh. Why's your cousin coming to work with you?" "Some job shadowing thing at his school, he's got to do at least three I think, and the zoo has too many kids there already." "Awe, you're preparing today's youth for the job market. What's your approach? Don't let this happen to you?" "Fuck you. While you're restocking, grab me a soda."