Mark's Payback

I didn't think it'd be fair to only ask for your workplace uglies and not provide one of my own. So with that in mind, I barged into the manager's conference room after I was finished with my Ultimate Delivery route. I looked the night manager Mark Podocknik (names have been changed) right in his misshapen face and asked him if I could get his picture for a contest.

He knows me, so it didn't take long for the suspicion to register on his beady little eyes. He reached up with his chubby fur-covered hand to wipe some thick yellowish drool from his quivering lower lip, paused, and then barked out a semi comprehensible question. He wanted to know what the contest was for....

I had some options at this point.

a) I could lie.... (think, think, what could I tell him)
b) I could tell him the truth in a funny and ironic way, so he would think I was just pulling his leg.

or I could
c) Just come right out and tell him, that I'm entering it in a contest of my own design because I think he's the ugliest person at the station.

I chose c.

Remember Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where Harrison Ford and some Nazis find a 700 year old dude in a cave and they have to try and pick out his favorite Mug from some middle-eastern pottery barn the old dude's been running all those years... Well just like the Nazis, I picked the 'wrong mug' so to speak. Only this time I didn't have a 700 year old dude to wisper in my ear: "You Chose Poorly"

I should have learned by now that ol' Mark can really make my life miserable... Needless to say, I got assigned to the bitch route that afternoon. I get the feeling I'm going to be on the bitch route for a while now.

I'll keep you posted

P.S. I didn't get his picture, yet...