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| Another Ten Minutes - Van Driver |
| Posted on 02/10/04 at 07:11 by NGONGE |
Today, I wake up early and went out. I was going to help a friend move house. When I arrived at his house I found him standing outside and arguing with someone! I went over and asked him what the matter was. He told me that the other man was the Van driver that was going to help him move all his furniture to the new house. The Van driver was not happy with the price theyve agreed on. He was trying to change the terms of the deal. I told my friend to get rid of him. The Van driver tried to start an argument with me and told me to mind my own business . I told him that this was my business. He threatened me! Brave me was ready to shoot out of my head and strangle the rude man. The look in my eyes didnt scare him and he carried on threatening me. Coward me was growing more vocal again. My friend told the Van driver to go away. He had no need for him anymore. The Van driver started calling me names! I dared him to say something about my mother. He did. I lunged at him and tried to strangle him. My friend got in the middle and tried to separate us. The Van driver got scared, I saw it in his eyes. Even coward me stopped moaning and was almost ready for a real fight. My friend told me not to waste my energy on this man and that he still needed me to help him lift all that furniture. I relented. Brave me was sulking while coward me was crowing about how we could have really did some damage to that rude Van driver. The Van driver was still swearing and saying that I have not heard the last of this. We agreed to ignore him. Even brave me was persuaded not to bother with a fight he knew we could easily win. The Van driver walked away and just as he was getting in his Van, he said something about my mother! One thing we all agree on (even the coward) is that nobody says anything about my mother. I dont know how or when I got there but I did. I was sitting on the floor. My hands were flailing wildly. The Van driver was under me. My flailing hands were accidentally connecting with his face. It was arrogant mes idea. He reasoned that slaps were more demeaning to a man than punches. We had to put him in his place and teach him a good lesson. My friend and a couple of passers by forcibly dragged me away from the crying Van driver. As I was moving away from him, I dared him to say anything about my mother. He didnt. He sobbed a little and got up. As he was getting up, I noticed how huge the man was. Why did I not notice this before? He was at least six feet and five inches tall. If I had to guess Id say he was about seventeen stones of pure muscle. For a couple of seconds, coward me was in control again. It didnt last long. He was dejected and withdrawn once he realised that the coward in the Van driver was better at his job than he was. My coward got all-brave all of a sudden. He egged reckless me on and tried to get me into another scrap!
My friend was talking to me. I turned away from the Van driver and looked at my friend. He was asking me what should we do next. I told him that we should beat the hell out of this useless Van driver for wasting our time. My friend was not interested in another fight. Cunning me joined the party and suggested that we bully the Van driver into helping us move the furniture for half the price. I told my friend. He told me that this was not fair. I told him to let me deal with things. I went over to the Van driver and told him to help us for the original price. This time, the look in my eyes scared him into submission. He agreed. We filled his Van with some of the furniture and drove of to the new house. My friend sat in the back with all the furniture and I sat next to the Van driver. He was still upset with me! I tried to soothe him by starting a conversation. He didnt seem interested! I said have you been doing this job long? . He replied No not too long . I said do you make good money out of it? . He said Look mate, no offence but arent you the guy who just beat me up? Why do you think Id want to be friendly with you? . I told him that he had every right to be angry with me but he should let bygones be bygones. He said that he could not. I asked why not? . He didnt know what to say. He said I just couldnt . I apologised to him and told him that I cant stand anyone saying anything about my mother. I also told him that it was going to be a very long day and we had to make it seem shorter by getting on and removing all the tension from the air. Im not sure if it was my soothing words or his cowardice that did it but he seemed to agree. We talked about all manner of things. We had a lot in common. I felt guilty for hitting this nice man. I told him so. He said he didnt mind now. We got out the car all smiles and happiness and we let my friend out of the back. He was surprised to see us look so happy. We gave each other a conspiratorial glance but didnt explain anything to my friend.
The job was done in record time. After my friend paid the Van driver, I escorted him to his Van. We spoke a little and I gave him my phone number so we could go together to watch our favourite football team play. As he drove off, he opened his Van door and shouted something about my mother. He lied!
I got three calls from him already, all about my mother!
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