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Dishes (fiction)

Today, my work, I wanted to wash my dishes. So I coated sponge the soap mixture, then slapped three times on my right shoulder. Surprised, I found myself face to face with a plump woman who m'invective thus: "Spencer, what do you think you do." For answer, I offer him my best smile and I answer candidly: "I wash my dishes, Ms. St-Louis." The official

me a tip sheet worn on the wall adjacent to the sink and she said her words tapes, "Mr. Spencer, you must fill out the form: name, registration number and time of use". The conditions are can not be clearer, but why on earth did I not think of that? I find myself shrug and turn the palms of my hand up, having vainly searched my pockets for a pencil obey the instructions of the old bitch. The main interested stares at me and tells me that if I want a pencil, I have to fill the requisition form C-45 - office equipment, send it to the head of my department through the internal mail and fax a copy of my application to the secretary responsible for procurement.

Exasperated, I asked him politely nonetheless lend me his to simplify things, what she adamantly refuses. I feel the anger go to my head and I loose the plate in the sink, which does not fail to shock the official cretins deep. I frown and I set off hostilities forehead
- "Have you had a bad night yesterday, Irene? Is forgot your consent form to make advances to Patrick? You could not sleep together because a notary opened at eleven o'clock in the evening? "
-" If you continue like that Roch is a censure motion that you will receive. "
-" Let me wash my dishes in peace, if you insist that much to your form, I'll fill it later "
-" You'll still be forgotten, like the time you have made advances to your boss without seeking permission. I do not like your attitude, you're always trying to screw up the system, people like you can not function in society. "
Irene had said one word too many and anger overcame me slowly turned into a boiling rage. I took the poster on the wall and slowly, I sprayed soap, then I washed my plate with. Subsequently, taking great care of the belligerent stare, I crumpled the poster between my fingers and I launched into the trash. Then I "escaped" sparkling clean my plate on the floor of the cafeteria by putting emphasis on the word "Oops". I searched the eyes of Irene and I told him to mockingly "Dear Irene, you should fill out a consent form, the caretaker must clean the cafeteria, there is a broken plate here. I can not do it myself when I have a grievance. Since you have a pencil, I guess you'll take thee. After all, you're so helpful!