Meeting the boss
The curtains close, and as they’re closed
words are spoken.
“Where are you going? How come you’re not
stitching?” I suppose this bit if it was being filmed for tv, there would be a
scene to look at.
“It’s because”, said Dylan, “I need the
toilet, yeah, toilet.”
“Toilet? Can’t you come with me into my
office?”
“No-no-no-no sir.” (tiny laugh) “I really have to go.”
“Go? You want to go? You can’t go. I need
you in my office right now.”
“No you don’t understand” Dylan said. “I
really have to go to the toilet, and take care of, you know, things.” (laughs)
“Toilet ay? I was about to give you a
temporary promotion. So if you don’t want
it, and you’d much rather go to
the toilet...”
“No, yes, yes I want it. But you’ll have to
wait.”
“Well I don’t want to wait. This can’t wait.”
“Ayy let go of me.”
“You’re coming to my office whether you like
it or not.”
The curtains open, and Dylan and what looks
like the factory boss are sat in the office, and there is a table which the
boss is sat behind. Dylan sits in one of the two seats which are facing the
boss, but are at a diagonal angle. The two are not directly facing each other.
Dylan sat on the broken trousers, and part of one leg was peeking out from
where he sat.
“So, Dylan,” said the boss with a happy look
on his face with pride that he had his own office, owning the business, “As you
may know, a gangster rapper, is coming here tomorrow, so I need to make sure
that everything in this clothing factory, is running funky dory.”
I notice that the boss of the factory does not have professionalism when he
talks; as he lets his own emotions and love for the business get in the way, so
he’s more like a person than a company representative.
“That’s good. That’s good isn’t it?” asked
Dylan with eyes that kept flickering to the half open door.
“Course it is Dylan! Why wouldn’t it be
good?”
“So........”
“So, I want you to be the one to make a special t-shirt for the gangster rapper
crew. I don’t know what time he’ll be here tomorrow, but I want it done by the
time he leaves. What do you think.”
“It’s” his eyes kept switching to the boss
and the half open door “, good?”
“I’m not sure I heard that. Did you say it’s
good?”
“Yes, it’s good” Dylan said without much
sincerity in his voice.
“I’m not hearing the sincerity in your
voice. Is there any reason why you shouldn’t be responsible for this important
job?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing, I mean no.”
“Okay then. I want you to say it and mean it.”
“I-want-to-do-it” said Dylan in a rushed
manner.
“Say it slower, and louder.”
“I want to do it” he spoke.
“Good. Now if I shake your hand before you
leave to your precious toilet, you
can be on your way.”
The boss got out of his seat, and so did
Dylan because he had to in the social situation. After they shook hands, the
boss asked a question.
“What’s that on the chair?”
Dylan picked them up, one in each hand, and he
was behaving rather flustered.
“What, these? They’re just tights for babies. Let’s say that a
mother has a daughter of 6 months, and she’s brought some tights from Primark
or TK Maxx, she might be wondering why her child ain’t wearing tights. After
all, they’re not bras, it’s not like
it’s not sexual or anything.” (laughs)
“So, because of these baby tights, she can now not feel left out that her mummy’s wearing something that she can’t.” (quiet laugh)
“Interesting, hmm. And what’s the target
audience for these, baby tights. What sort of mothers would buy them?”
A quick pause then, “Females.” (laughs)
“Okay, good luck with your baby tights.”
“Yes good luck to you too” said Dylan now
starting to hurry out the door.
As soon as he got near the door, the boss
asked “Dylan?” he turned around “How come they’re not connected? How come
they’re two separate things?”
Dylan looked at the boss with a trouser leg
in each hand. “Oh that’s for easy on, easy off.” (laughs)
“Hmm. How come I never thought of that?” (quiet feint laugh)
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