Store Dick

'FUCK OFF YOU NASTY BITCH' I bellow.

Her face is a picture. It has been worth saving up all my anger till this point.

She looks over my shoulder and sees DJ and G getting ready to leave.

'Where are they going?' she splutters.

'I am letting them go.' I tell her with a sneer. 'I didn't see them do anything wrong and neither did Barry or Gari.'

She starts to get up a head of steam for a tirade, but I'm not taking it anymore.

'If you let them go you are fired.' She says, thinking I will be cowed.

It is an old line, but it worked a treat this time. I lean close to her ugly face and tell her, 'You can't fire me – I already quit.'

She looks stunned, 'No you didn't'

'I think telling your boss "fuck off you nasty bitch" is as good a resignation letter in most work place.' I tell her with a happy smile. I realise that I feel free and almost relaxed for the first time in ages.

The manageress turns on her heel and storms off. I look around and see G & DJ coming out of the room. He has his arm protectively around her shoulder. Despite her bedraggled appearance DJ has a big smile on her face, G is grinning as well. His smile broadens as he holds up the video tape from the security camera.

'Keep it.' I tell him. Then it is my turn to smile as a happy thought strikes me – I am out of a job. I don't have to stay in this shitty store a moment longer or see that witch of a manageress ever again. I look at DJ and G and another thought occurs to me.

'You can't go home on the train with DJ looking like that.' I tell them. 'My car is in parked out back, would you like a lift home? We can go out through the rear fire escape?'

They both nod, looking relieved. Then G adds, 'we hope you'll come in for a drink when we get there?'

How could I refuse an invitation like that, with all the boundless possibilities it may, or may not, imply?