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Graveyard Shift

Allan Onik

    In the breakroom, an employee had fallen asleep in his chair watching a rerun of Hardball with Chris Matthews.
    “Do you ever drive around at night? On your day off?” I asked the girl playing with her nametag. It still said “in training” and she’d been working for 9 months. “I almost hit a deer driving to the all-night diner last night. Them sons-a-bitches are everywhere when the hour strikes. And the cops hit the road too—looking for the drug runners and drunk drivers. So, I have to drive the speed limit and watch out for antler wielding flower eaters and pigs.”
    “That’s cool,” she said. She popped a stolen sour patch kid into her mouth. “I’m going off to State College at summer’s end. No more red eyes.”
    “I already graduated. Cum Laude, baby. The shit.” I took a bite of a stolen banana.
    “Well I’m gonna do pre-med and if I get into the med school...”
    “You don’t have to lecture me sweet cheeks. I’m gonna hit the best seller list and everything will be fine. Nothing wrong with an English Degree in Steel Town.”
    “Yeah. Plenty of demand for dishwashers.”
    “Can it. I gotta go scrape the ice off my mom’s car before her shift in the city. It’s dawn, you know?”

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