03-06-2019, 01:03 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
“That was a funny clip Solo, thanks for that, I’d never seen it before.
I see a disgruntled employee went on a killing rampage shooting dead 12 people, has the world gone mad? human life is not precious anymore, so sad, may God rest their souls.
Strange thing but those words “disgruntled employee” had been on my mind all day the day before it happened, I’ll never know why they came into my head, I was thinking race horses most of that day, most eerie indeed.
I don't know why that man did what he did but I do know that some folks just fly off the handle for the least little thing.
I worked with a chap, and this is no lie, I’ll call him Dan, Dan was a stone setter and never missed a days work in his life, he was the most pleasant man you could ever meet, he was married for over 15 years and had a teenage daughter. He got the same bus to work every morning, wore the same gaberdine overcoat and trilby hat, said the same thing every morning as he was hanging up his hat and coat “Morning all”, then he’d sit at his bench and get dug into his work.
Come the 10 o’clock break and the boy would go round the workers asking what they wanted in the shop, Dan always had the same order, 10 Craven A cigarettes and a rock bun to go with his tea.
It was only when the young lad got back from the shop that it all started, the shop had not received their order of rock buns from the bakery that day, the boy told Dan this.
A loud angry roar made us all down tools “What?!!! No bleeding rock buns?!!! His eyes were bulging in his head as he grabbed a lump hammer belonging to some workers who were renovating the toilets, he went into the office and began to smash show cases and batter trays of finished jewellery with the hammer. Old Miss Byrnes and her young female assistant ran down the stairs and out the front door looking for a copper, while the owner Mr. Bernstein tried to phone the police, but Dan grabbed the phone from him and yanked the cord from the socket, Bernstein then ran into the workshop shouting “Stop him stop him, someone stop him, he’s wreaking the place!” Needless to say there were no volunteers willing to tackle a crazy man swinging a lump hammer, and certainly not for the wages Bernstein was paying them.
After about five minutes the smashing stopped and there was silence, we peeked into the office and there was Dan lying exhausted on the floor amid the carnage, bleeding from several glass cuts.
Mrs Byrnes then came in with two burly coppers who took Dan away, we never saw him again, nor were we allowed to mention his name in the workshop, the man just snapped, but I had to smile when another apprentice whispered into my ear “Maybe it was something he didn’t eat”. Funny old world ain’t it.