“Don’t worry, I underlined all the words you won’t understand and defined them below” stated the assistant shoving a crispy piece of paper into Mick’s wrinkled hand.
“Oh?” He replied in a higher than usual voice “Ok let’s have a look.” Slowly opening the paper enclosed loosely in his hand, terribly afraid to see how his intelligence would be judged, he looked wearily at the paper.
“Nuisance?” he quoted sharply in an even higher pitched voice.
The assistant rolled his hardened green eyes, giving a deep sigh of distain.
“As in the legal term, if you look down you’ll see the definiti…”
He gets cut off abruptly.
“I know what it means” he said bitterly “In fact I know what all of these words mean”
The assistance did not reply as quickly as he usually would, not because he couldn’t think of anything witty to say, but it was the rancid smell of Mick’s warm breath which was permitting him to do so.
“Look I’m only trying to help, if you didn’t want me to help, you would have written the speech yourself.” He replied steadily, then walked straight to the door of the office, turning himself strategically so he could look upon Mick's blank expressionless face as he shut the rosewood door behind himself.
Mick then stomped to his mirror, which hung neatly above his derelict bookcase and took a stern hard look at his aged face, all these years he thought, and I was spoken to like that by a mere youngster.
“My job may not command respect but, I’m going to be the best darn Hydrologic Technician this world has ever seen!” He said aloud bashing his fists hard against the bookcase.
At the same time, just a few moments away was Abiola Ojumu, who happened to also feel a lack of respect in the workplace. She was operating a crane which was carrying tidily lined stacks of concrete which had been arranged almost like how a serial killer would arrange the victims’ bodies, in a straight and orderly fashion. She was the only women working in her chosen field of construction.
“Easy there Abi don’t break a nail!” chortled one of her fellow employees, shortly followed by an eruption of laughter coming from the other macho men behind him.
She griped the lever tightly wanting nothing more but to drop the heavy load on all of them. No she squirmed at the thought of seeing their flattened bodies underneath.
“But a little scare tactics won’t hurt” she thought.
A broad smile possessed her face, her deep brown eyes bore red with rage and that once sweet face had been oh so quickly replaced with the projection of the contorted image of revenge. She grabbed onto the leverage lever and gripped it so tightly her knuckle bones almost pierced through her skin, glaring maniacally at faces of her workmates. While all this was going on Mick took a walk outside to clear his thoughts. Ironically doing nothing of the sort.
He stopped hastily. His eyes widened and he stood for seconds transfixed.
“No! My PARK… The CITIES PARK! NO HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!” he yelled; so loudly his throat went hoarse.
His eye were bewitched by the unpleasant sight of what he was beholding, once a green open land which old couples came to feed the birds, where children and teenagers were never restricted with their choice of words, a place which was for the community was now a giant dusty construction field.
Abiola jerked suddenly startled by the sound of shouting, jolting the lever in her hand unexpectedly. The load turned, hovering over the construction team, who were completely oblivious. Consoling himself, Mick looked up in to the sky to clear the unpleasant vision from his eyes. But then was confronted with the enormous rusted crane which stood before him and the women sitting authoritatively inside it. He saw crazed the look in her eyes and the position of the concrete, he could see what was going to happen. But was it what Abiola’s plan for it to happen like that?
A strange wiry noise came from the crane which she hadn’t heard before. She looked up worriedly at the boom pendant which was supplying the tension to hold the load,it had begun to shear. Her heart began to beat heedlessly. She immediately turned to the shift to turn the boom tip safely away. Even with all her strength she couldn’t do it. It was stuck. She furiously tried to move it repeatedly hamming away at it.
“I’m not going to jail, not now not ever” she thought.
Mick snuck behind her intimidating vehicle and tried to disable it the only way he knew how… hydrologically of course. He proceeded to gently open the engine cover just below the faded what he deemed to be safety instructions. He knew that there was a water point around there somewhere. He knew exactly what to do but if only he had the tools. He rapidly looked around searching for anything he could use I mean if MacGyver could do it so could he. A stick - he thought.
“Hmm that should do”. He began to peal the weaker outside layer of the stick to make it in to a sharp point.
Unaware of Mick, she was panicking. Her mouth became so dry and she was not even able to scream. She passed out and the boom pedant tension was getting less and less.
SMACK! SMACK! Deeper and deeper into the ground he plugged. He had eventually reached the water causing the crane to slant water aiming it away from the workers below.
BANG! The boom pedant snapped and the concrete fell narrowly avoiding the macho men, who all screamed like a bunch of sissy girls.
Two years later Abiola was sent to jail, because of illegal drugs possession (no just kidding).