Dr. Graham A. Fischer (grahamcracked) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2012-06-02 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | graham fischer, week two |
{ W h o } Graham and OPEN
{ W h a t } Running errands
{ W h e n } Saturday afternoon
{ W h e r e } Midway behind the scenes
{ R a t i n g } PG for language (say what?!)
{ S t a t u s } In progress
This was the first time it had stopped raining in days, and Graham had decided to run what errands he could manage while the sun was out. He'd mostly been stuck inside all week, feeling drained, and suffering from even more aches and pain than usual due to the horrible weather. His body just wasn't what it used to be, not that it had ever been all that great in the first place. He didn't enjoy his job much even during the best of times, but it was weeks like this that made him want to go home and give up the carnival life for good.
First on his list (and he had a great many lists), he had to go over a few things on the accounting ledgers with Tom (he blamed ticket taker errors, but it wasn't exactly his job to make that call). And so, he packed up the books in his satchel and begrudgingly grabbed his old forearm crutches from near the door before heading out; much as he hated using the things (as if he needed any reason for people to target/harass him even more), the ground was likely slippery from all the rainfall, his joints and muscles were protesting his getting out of bed at all, and the books were quite heavy, so anyone that mocked him over trying to make his life a little easier could stuff it.
Graham actually managed to hobble from his trailer to the Midway without incident when the strap of the old bookbag finally gave way under the weight of his paperwork. The satchel hit the ground and immediately erupted with a flurry of ledger paper, pencils, and other things, scattering them across the rain-slicked grass. For a moment, Graham just stood there, unable to believe the luck he was having. He may have twitched a little. But the moisture was probably ruining his inkwork now, and he decided he had to act fast if he wanted to save it all.
He awkwardly tried to stoop to grab the most intact ledger, but this was difficult with crutches and he quickly wound up falling himself. He landed in an awkward heap and in his frustration, he couldn't help but to shout an aggravated, "Motherfucker!"
If anyone were nearby, they likely would have been surprised to discover that the dentist knew any swear words at all, let alone was capable of yelling them. But Graham was in a sour mood, and as he attempted to gather the ledger paper back into his bag, he let out a long slew of curse words that might have made even some of the ruder carnies blush.