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The following day Pete had to get up early to get to the park where he would spend the next three months.
Fucking community service, he thought as he punched his alarm clock and reluctantly rolled out of bed.
It was 6 am and he had to be at the park by 7.
Even if Pete really felt like skipping the whole thing he decided that he would at least give it a chance. He did know that the consequences of not showing up to the lousy job could be a ticket straight to jail, without passing 'go'.
Totally not worth it.
He rolled out of bed, took a quick shower and brushed his teeth swiftly. He decided to wear a pair of white skinny jeans, black converses, a V-necked dark red sweater and to top it off a beanie on his head.
If he was going to pick up shit from the ground all day he could at least look good doing it.
He drove to the park and parked the car. Next to a park bench, the same one that Pete had got drunk on, stood three men wearing khaki coloured shorts and big reflective vests.
Pete frowned and approached them slowly.
"Are you also... working here?" Pete asked. They nodded.
One of them grabbed Pete's arm. The stranger had short red hair and a big bushy moustache in the same vibrant colour. His eyes were calm and dark brown.
"Your first day, right?" the redhead asked and grinned. Pete shook his arm to get rid of the stranger's hand resting on it.
"Yeah," Pete muttered. The three men in reflective vests chuckled. Other than the redhead there was a man with small glasses and a very pointy chin and a man so fat that he looked like a ball.
The redhead pointed towards a small pile of clothes lying on the ground next to the park bench. "Guess those are for you then."
Pete sighed and picked the garments up. Not wasting time, he removed his pants in the middle of the park and put the very tasteless khaki shorts on.
He then slipped the reflective vest over his head. Now he looked like one of the boys.
"So is the job as shitty as the clothes?" Pete asked the man with the pointy chin who just laughed as an answer.
"You ain't seen nothing yet. Our boss is like Satan!" Pointy-chin said and put his fingers up like horns on his forehead. The redhead smiled sadly and nodded. "That's true. Straight from hell."
The fat man interrupted the conversation, his small pig-like eyes practically on their way out of their sockets.
"Shut up! She's coming!" he hissed and the smiles on the men's faces died immediately and they stood with straight backs and their chins held high. Like they were some kind of soldiers.
Pete groaned. How bad could she be?
Wait a second. She? Was the devil they were talking about a female?
Fucking community service, he thought as he punched his alarm clock and reluctantly rolled out of bed.
It was 6 am and he had to be at the park by 7.
Even if Pete really felt like skipping the whole thing he decided that he would at least give it a chance. He did know that the consequences of not showing up to the lousy job could be a ticket straight to jail, without passing 'go'.
Totally not worth it.
He rolled out of bed, took a quick shower and brushed his teeth swiftly. He decided to wear a pair of white skinny jeans, black converses, a V-necked dark red sweater and to top it off a beanie on his head.
If he was going to pick up shit from the ground all day he could at least look good doing it.
He drove to the park and parked the car. Next to a park bench, the same one that Pete had got drunk on, stood three men wearing khaki coloured shorts and big reflective vests.
Pete frowned and approached them slowly.
"Are you also... working here?" Pete asked. They nodded.
One of them grabbed Pete's arm. The stranger had short red hair and a big bushy moustache in the same vibrant colour. His eyes were calm and dark brown.
"Your first day, right?" the redhead asked and grinned. Pete shook his arm to get rid of the stranger's hand resting on it.
"Yeah," Pete muttered. The three men in reflective vests chuckled. Other than the redhead there was a man with small glasses and a very pointy chin and a man so fat that he looked like a ball.
The redhead pointed towards a small pile of clothes lying on the ground next to the park bench. "Guess those are for you then."
Pete sighed and picked the garments up. Not wasting time, he removed his pants in the middle of the park and put the very tasteless khaki shorts on.
He then slipped the reflective vest over his head. Now he looked like one of the boys.
"So is the job as shitty as the clothes?" Pete asked the man with the pointy chin who just laughed as an answer.
"You ain't seen nothing yet. Our boss is like Satan!" Pointy-chin said and put his fingers up like horns on his forehead. The redhead smiled sadly and nodded. "That's true. Straight from hell."
The fat man interrupted the conversation, his small pig-like eyes practically on their way out of their sockets.
"Shut up! She's coming!" he hissed and the smiles on the men's faces died immediately and they stood with straight backs and their chins held high. Like they were some kind of soldiers.
Pete groaned. How bad could she be?
Wait a second. She? Was the devil they were talking about a female?
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