Bryan: fix formatting of title, add category

2007-09-14T04:35:37Z

fix formatting of title, add category

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	"Uh... let me check on that," stammered the young waiter as		"Uh... let me check on that," stammered the young waiter as
	he stepped hurriedly away, nearly tripping over his feet.		he stepped hurriedly away, nearly tripping over his feet.

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[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Eirik]] [[Category:Animal]] {{DEFAULTSORT:
In Training}} {{title|name=In Training|user=Eirik|author=Eirik}}
"Uh... let me check on that," stammered the young waiter as
he stepped hurriedly away, nearly tripping over his feet.

Murray almost laughed, but held back. The young waiter was
nervous enough, after all. He hadn't come out and said it,
but it sure seemed like it was the kids first night.
Having been there himself on a few occasions, he decided
not to make things tougher than they had to be. All he'd
asked, though, was if they had a desert menu.

The kid returned in a hurry, "Sorry, no menu, but I can
tell you what we have..."

Murray resisted a sigh, "No, that's okay. I shouldn't have
anything anyway. Can I just get the check?" The kid
somehow looked crushed and elated at the same time and
hurried off to add it up. It was the danger of full
employment, mused Murray, everyone gets a job and everyone
needs training.

He paid his check at the front, leaving a healthy tip
despite the hesitant service, and headed out to his car.
Starting it, Murray noticed that the fuel light was on so
he drove over to the closest station full serve station.
"Fill it up with regular, please," he asked the greasy
young man at the pump. The guy dropped his cigarette to
the ground and pushed the high octane button. "Wait, I
said..." The man looked at him with the vacant eyes of
someone who simply was not home, "Never mind."

He paid in cash, exact change to make things easier, and
drove off. He stopped at the driveway, got out, and
retrieved his gas cap from the pavement and screwed it in.
He glanced back in time to get a look of ''I knew I forgot
something'' from the attendant, then drove off. "Is
everyone new today?" he muttered.

Murray made a quick stop at the supermarket, and was
checked out by a kindly woman with a thick Australian
accent who was trying to figure out how to operate the
scanner. The woman at the bank kiosk in the market had a
manager hovering over her shoulder to make sure she didn't
turn his small deposit into enough funds to buy a small
nation, and the teenager gathering carts in the parking lot
was learning that it was hard to steer forty shopping carts
stacked on each other. It was like everyone was fresh and
new at their jobs, and didn't have a clue.

Driving into his driveway, the lights flashed across a
strange image. A large raccoon was standing at the base of
the barrel next to the garage and ''pushing'' with all his
might. The critter was so intent that he didn't notice
Murray drive up, nor did he seem to realize that the barrel
wasn't going to tip anytime soon: it was full of sand for
the driveway when it snowed. Murray couldn't tip it over
right now. "What the hell are you doing?" he muttered
quietly.

The raccoon stopped, startled, and looked back at the man
in the driveway. "Oh! I'm sorry! This is my first night,
and I'm supposed to knock over your trashcans. What do you
throw away? Lead?"

Murray stared at the critter, seeing the fear of someone on
their first night solo in a new job etched into his eyes.
"That's a sand barrel," he said when he found his voice.
"The trashcans are in the back."

The raccoon looked stunned, then slapped his paw to the top
of his head, "Damn!! I should have taken the lid off!
Damn! Damn! I'm so sorry!" He watched the critter scamper
around the corner into the darkness, followed a few moments
later by the dull thump of his plastic trashcan hitting
the patio and a victory whoop.

Murray pondered only a moment how good things had to be if
the ''raccoons'' were looking for fill ins, took the paper
from the bird bath where the new paperboy had thrown it,
and went inside.

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Bryan: fix formatting of title, add category

Eirik: New page: Category:Story Category:Eirik Category:Animal {{DEFAULTSORT: In Training}} {{title|name=In Training|user=Eirik|author=Eirik}} "Uh... let me check on that," stammered the young...