These People are Professionals
Hot head had a heart attack. I called it, but wouldn’t immediately come to the conclusion that I possess psychic abilities. It really wasn’t too difficult to predict considering his track record. While working together during cafeteria duty I have seen him turn shades of red that I haven’t often seen a person able to acquire. His veins expand and pop out of his neck. I can see the blood boil and rise. One of these days he was bound to explode. He is a screamer and gets so close to the students that one day I asked him if he’s ever been in a physical confrontation. Which of course he bragged about as if getting into fights with teenagers is something that a middle-aged man should be proud of.
Surprisingly, many young girls approach him during our half hour period together. They ask for advice and complain about boys who spread rumors that they have herpes. One day I saw five girls talking to him and asked him about it. He said that they looked at him as a father figure. A father figure? I thought he was far from it. If I was a fifteen year old girl I wouldn’t approach him because I would be afraid of him. Hell, I’m twenty-eight and I’m terrified of him. He countered with that he was an onion and that you had to peel the layers to get to the core. The onion analogy didn’t sit well with me because I kept dwelling on the horrid smell imagining exactly how many layers one had to peel to get to the center. For that matter, why would someone want to spend so much time or waste it to reach the core?