One Day at Risk Management
One day, I climbed the stairs at the County Administration Building looking for the Risk Management Department.
A lady in the Break Room told me it was located in the building next door but, it would be closed until 2:00. It was only 12:20 so I rode the elevator down to the first floor and waited.
I sat on a wooden bench and leaned back. Brick walls surrounded me. Bright sunlight flared outside. Three sets of double doors opened mechanically, one or two at a time, as people came and went.
A senior citizen sat next to me staring straight ahead. It looked like he was staring into inner space.
I looked over at a long line outside the Driver License Bureau. I wondered why the line was so long. Two slender girls wearing slim fitting pants walked past me. Two or three feet to the right of me a man with the sleeves ripped off his denim shirt stared at a bulletin board. I heard somebody mention George Bush’s name. I looked over at the line outside the Driver License Bureau. Only five people stood in line. I wondered why the line got so short.
I looked over at the Information Desk, to my left. A guy joked with three men and a woman. The men laughed. The woman looked perplexed.
A man and woman walked toward the mechanical doors. The man complained that something cost him $500.
Two elderly black women walked past me. The women spoke in pidgen tongue. I wondered if they were from Jamaica or Haiti. I decided they were from Jamaica since their words didn’t sound like massacred French.
I watched an old friend, who was never that friendly, walk toward the elevators deep in thought with a look of fear on his face then vanish, behind two elevator doors.
I saw plenty of young girls walk past with showing their cleavage. I thought, that’s the way they like to dress these days. I wondered if their grandmothers were ashamed because they displayed their cleavage. Then I wondered if the girl’s great grandmothers felt shame for the way their grandmothers dressed.
I thought the girls looked slutty. I didn’t want to look at their breasts. They were so young! I thought this was funny because when I was young I loved to look at slutty girls.
Two middle aged women walked past. One of the women said to her friend, “They call me the Fairy God Mother.” I thought this was funny because she was older but, her cleavage was on display too.