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Brandon stood in a frozen state of amazement. Could this be happening? Is it a joke? He needed to lie down and sort out his thoughts. He began to rethink the other day when he purchased the winning ticket. It was just like every other time before. Two years back he had managed to win a fourth prize payout of $18. But this was the whole enchilada, $275 million.
It occurred to Brandon that he had gone to work yesterday as a multi-millionaire when he should have been out celebrating. He had worked with Angela, who is the head chef, and his immediate boss. He and Angela have an excellent work relationship. She is the one who taught him most of what he knows about cooking. But, it was Scott, the restaurant manager who he would need to talk to now.
After double, triple and quadruple checking that his ticket was 100% authentic. He then called Scott using the speed dial button on his phone.
No, this is Angela.
Hi, Angela, it’s Brandon.
Oh! Hey Brandon. How’s it going?
Excellent, excellent. I just need to speak with Scotty for a minute.
Angela didn’t like the tone of the call. It had the cadence of someone about to call out. But then she thought to herself “No way! Brandon? He never calls out.”
Okay Brandon, let me get Scotty for you.
Angela placed Brandon on Hold, and some light music began playing interspersed with a repeating advertising plug for the restaurant. It took Scott two whole minutes to pick up the phone. Scott is an abrupt sort of boss. Brandon has always considered Scott an asshole, but everyone knew that Scott was the reason the show ran so smoothly.
Hello Scott. It’s Brandon.
Wow! Let me stop you before you even start Brandon. You said you would work some OT today, so I put you on the schedule. See you in a few hours Brandon. Bye-bye!
Well, Scott, something came up and I’m sorry, but I won’t be in today.
Something came up like what? Make it Good, because you have got me turning red as a beet over here buddy boy.
At that moment Brandon held up his signed New Jersey Powerball ticket and realized that his days of taking crap had ended. He reacted with silence.
Hello Brandon? I’m waiting for you to tell me that you're coming in son, and don’t try and tell me that your mother died cause I know you don’t have a mother or a father. Even if you did and they both croaked, I’d expect you in here and on time.
Scotty, do you know what?
No, Brandon please tell me what.
Thanks for granting me permission to tell you Scott. You are proof that somewhere in the world today someone is running around without an asshole, because you are nothing but a wild asshole and I quit! Bye-bye.
Hi, I'm Lester Patterson,