MARJORIE AND CANDY
By; Gerald A. Polley
My kitchen stories are endless! Sometimes they get a little
repetitive they're so similar, different places, different
people, same stories. Something at work the other day reminded me
of Marjorie and Candy. Marjorie was one of those georgeous women
with a personality like a vicious animal, and who felt that the
rules were for everybody else, and not for her. Of course I got
stuck making sure she kept the rules. Candy was a lovely lady
with a heart of gold. (And that was her real name! She told me
when she was born her father looked at her and said "She
looks as sweet as a little piece of candy!" and as there was
an argument over what she would be named, that one went on her
birth certificate!) She would often come back and help me break
down dishes when she wasn't busy. So it was unquestioned that her
and Marjorie didn't get along. They had worked together for
several months with Marjorie constantly complaining that I
interfered with her work, and the boss telling her that I only
saw to it that she did what she was supposed to do.
One day I was working and this guy came in the back door quite a
bit smaller than me and asked if I was Gerald. I answered
"Yes!"
Suddenly the guy pulled a switch blade out of his pocket, opened
it, screamed "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" and
charged at me. It took little effort for me to disarm him and pin
him to the counter, where he screamed and bellowed in rage.
Candy came in, screaming "Bob! What are you doing here?
What's going on?"
"You know this guy?" I asked.
"Yes!" Candy answered, "He's my husband, soon not
to be my husband! He's not supposed to be within a thousand feet
of me. What's going on?" Candy asked.
"Someone's been calling me," her husband answered,
"telling me what you and this ass have been doing. We're not
divorced yet! You have no right to be doing anything with anyone,
let alone this damned punk!"
Marjorie was standing in the door grinning, and Candy gave her an
angry look. The boss came in and remarked "Bob, we've known
each other for years. I'm sure you trust my word, and I give you
every assurance that whatever this person has been telling you is
completely untrue! Gerald and Candy have never been alone
anywhere together!"
"You sure?" Candy's husband growled.
"Positive!" the boss answered. "O.k.," he
grunted, "let me up!"
I released him. "Give me my knife!" the man growled.
"I'll take that!" the boss insisted. "I'll bring
it to you later. I think you'd better get on out of here before
we have to call the sherriff's department!" The man grunted
and left, and the boss looked around. "I've got a pretty
good feeling who was responsible for this!" he remarked to
no one in general. "I think it very advantageous that
individual find work elsewhere. If they leave quietly nothing
will be said. But if they aren't gone in a couple of weeks I'll
let them go and tell everybody why!"
Everybody quickly hurried back to work. A couple of days later
Marjorie commented that she had found another job closer to home
and would be done at the end of the week. Everybody said how
sorry they were to see her go. She asked me if I was sorry to see
her go, and I answered "Not one damned little bit!"
Marjorie went "Huh!" and walked off. She never spoke to
me again, at work, or any other place we happened to meet on the
street. But I got some strange smiles from her husband every time
our paths crossed.
THE END
There is an old Hashon expression that tells the foundation of Their society that was often displayed in the barracks' of Their soldiers. It said "To die for your freedom is honorable. To die for the freedom of your family is courageous. To die for the freedom of a stranger is glorious." What more can be said about these wondrous people?
( Speaker Gerald Polley )