Sociopath: Sketch One

“Hey boy, take cart, here!”

Wait is he talking to us? I don’t think so, don’t turn around. I think he’s talking to us. Don’t turn around! We’re the youngest person here. Why are you turning around. He’s walking away now. So, just leave it alone. He just called me boy! No, he didn’t it was just his accent. No, I’ve heard enough oriental accents he called out boy! Don’t loose your job, we need this job, he’s a supervisor. I don’t play that, that’s not right who does he think he is. He didn’t mean it how you’ve taken it. I’m going over and talking to him. No your not. Yes, he not calling me boy again. At least get the scowl off your face. I’ll be calm. Don’t get fired. I’m cool let me just.. Be polite about it.

“Excuse me, did you call for me?”
“huh..no I just show you cart.”
“Oh okay, I thought you called for me saying boy, I’m not boy, my name is Lucifer.”
“Oh yeah Lucifer, yeah.
“Yeah, not boy.”

You’re a jerk. I know. You saw that old man’s face he didn’t mean it like that. I had to be sure. As long as your happy. I am.