'What are you doing?' I said, quickly sitting down.
'You work at the supermarket? Just down the road?'
'Yeah, a bit.' I defended myself.
'Fuck me. Pushing trolleys?'
I knew I shouldn't have put that on my page. Why couldn't I have just said 'Services'?
'So what?'
Jason just laughed and called the other lads over to his computer. I headed for the staff room.
'Bernard, I've just realised, I have to pick a friend up from the airport.'
'Oh, do you drive?'
'No...'
I hadn't thought of that. I should have known not to try and bullshit a scientist.
'Oh, OK. Well, did you enjoy your stay?'
I was about to answer, when I heard Jason and the gang erupt in another roar of laughter.
'Erm...yeah.' I squalked, a beed of sweat making it's way down my forehead.
'Well, I'm glad. I'll give you a ring in the morning and we can discuss your shifts.'
That was the best and worst thing I'd ever heard. This lovely man, halfway through his crossword and third cup of tea, asking me to come and work with him. Yet on the other hand, through the hallway, a scoffing pack of dogs, laughing and joking at the expence of my Facebook page. They've got no grace. They're probably flicking through my photo albums, tittering at every site of my smiling face. Oh God, Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006. God, please don't let them view Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006. The night I kissed Aunt Meredith and was caught of camera by my cousin. Another round of jeers came from the computer room. I smiled at Bernard and scuttled out of the building. Fleeing from my taunters. That bloody Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006 photo album! I knew I should have deleted that bastard!
'So how was it? Tell me everything!'
Allison had an annoying way of making everything sound exciting. Why do I have to tell her everything about yesterday? I don't have to. Girlfriends can't make you do everything. That only happens when you're married, according to my Dad. We were up in the canteen, the day after my quick exit at the Science Museum.
'It was good.' I said, shrugging and smiling at the same time.
'Yeah...' She nodded, urging me to say more.
I just sat there and sipped my Coca Cola, I'd have bought a Diet Coke but after yesterday, I deserved it.
'What did you get up to?'
'Just had a look around. Nice building.'
I'm sure she wasn't interested in the state of the building, but if she had have been, I'd have gone further to delay any more information. I'd have printed out blueprints and notes from constuction workers, enough detail to make her interested in the creation and architecture of the building. She paused a bit longer, which made me give in and tell her a bit more.
'I worked in the computer room with a few lads. They...we....' I grinned .'...have school classes in three times a week.'
'Oh, cool. You could have my mum's class. They're primary school level.'
At first I just smiled politely and had another sip of my can. A generic reaction to a suggestion. But after a few moments, a plan began to grow in my head. Dare I say it, a cunning plan. Allison's Mum's primary school class coming to the Science Museum. Then, in front of Bernard, Jason and all those guys would have to work. It's so simple. In the morning I made a phone call. It needed to be short notice.
'Bernard?'
'Dylan, how are things?'
'Good. Good.'
'I was going to drop you an e-mail...'
'I know, but I have an idea for today.'
'Go on...'
'A friend of mine has a primary school class. They'd love to come to the museum.'
'Oh great, when are they available?' He asked.
'Today. Around three.'
Bernard checked over his diary and after a few seconds I heard the phone click around as he held it back to his ear.
'Three is great, Dylan.'
'Great. Oh, and I've told Jason and the guys about it. They know what they're doing.'
'Really? How did you get in touch with them?' He asked.
'Facebook.'
Yeah, Bernard. Facebook. I definitely spoke to him on Facebook. Right after I deleted Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006 photo album. That fucking Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006 photo album! Today I will get my revenge!
End of part two.
'Well, I'm glad. I'll give you a ring in the morning and we can discuss your shifts.'
That was the best and worst thing I'd ever heard. This lovely man, halfway through his crossword and third cup of tea, asking me to come and work with him. Yet on the other hand, through the hallway, a scoffing pack of dogs, laughing and joking at the expence of my Facebook page. They've got no grace. They're probably flicking through my photo albums, tittering at every site of my smiling face. Oh God, Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006. God, please don't let them view Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006. The night I kissed Aunt Meredith and was caught of camera by my cousin. Another round of jeers came from the computer room. I smiled at Bernard and scuttled out of the building. Fleeing from my taunters. That bloody Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006 photo album! I knew I should have deleted that bastard!
'So how was it? Tell me everything!'
Allison had an annoying way of making everything sound exciting. Why do I have to tell her everything about yesterday? I don't have to. Girlfriends can't make you do everything. That only happens when you're married, according to my Dad. We were up in the canteen, the day after my quick exit at the Science Museum.
'It was good.' I said, shrugging and smiling at the same time.
'Yeah...' She nodded, urging me to say more.
I just sat there and sipped my Coca Cola, I'd have bought a Diet Coke but after yesterday, I deserved it.
'What did you get up to?'
'Just had a look around. Nice building.'
I'm sure she wasn't interested in the state of the building, but if she had have been, I'd have gone further to delay any more information. I'd have printed out blueprints and notes from constuction workers, enough detail to make her interested in the creation and architecture of the building. She paused a bit longer, which made me give in and tell her a bit more.
'I worked in the computer room with a few lads. They...we....' I grinned .'...have school classes in three times a week.'
'Oh, cool. You could have my mum's class. They're primary school level.'
At first I just smiled politely and had another sip of my can. A generic reaction to a suggestion. But after a few moments, a plan began to grow in my head. Dare I say it, a cunning plan. Allison's Mum's primary school class coming to the Science Museum. Then, in front of Bernard, Jason and all those guys would have to work. It's so simple. In the morning I made a phone call. It needed to be short notice.
'Bernard?'
'Dylan, how are things?'
'Good. Good.'
'I was going to drop you an e-mail...'
'I know, but I have an idea for today.'
'Go on...'
'A friend of mine has a primary school class. They'd love to come to the museum.'
'Oh great, when are they available?' He asked.
'Today. Around three.'
Bernard checked over his diary and after a few seconds I heard the phone click around as he held it back to his ear.
'Three is great, Dylan.'
'Great. Oh, and I've told Jason and the guys about it. They know what they're doing.'
'Really? How did you get in touch with them?' He asked.
'Facebook.'
Yeah, Bernard. Facebook. I definitely spoke to him on Facebook. Right after I deleted Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006 photo album. That fucking Grandad Joe's Birthday Party 2006 photo album! Today I will get my revenge!
End of part two.
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