“Hey boss, I need to talk to you.”
“What?”
“I may need to miss my next shift.”
“What for?”
“Remember how I got a jury summons the other day.”
“What?”
“Well, I got selected for jury duty.”
“Tell them you can’t go because you have work.”
“Yes, I tried that. They said you legally had to let me.”
“And you wore that hat I gave you? The NRA hat?”
“They said hats weren’t allowed inside the building.”
“Well now who’s breaking the law?”
“What?”
“Did you say it was your religion?”
“The NRA hat?”
“Yes. Some religions make you cover your head.”
“You know, for some reason, I think an overweight dude with a beard wearing an NRA hat is probably not a member of one of those religions.”
“Say you converted.”
“As much as I want to perjure myself, I decided to just remove my hat.”
“So you don’t care about the job, huh?”
“I never said that.”
“I should just fire you, huh?”
“Again, that would be illegal and could open you up to litigation.”
“You threatening me, boy?”
“No, ma’am. Just repeating what the judge said to me.”
“Stupid judge… How long?”
“I don’t know. It’s a manslaughter case, so potentially a few weeks, they said.”
“A few weeks? I should just fire you.”
“Again, that’s not legal.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Likewise.”
“Don’t back talk.”
“Okay.”
“So anyway, how do you want to handle my shifts? You think Angela can take over?”
“Angela? Ha! No. She’s too good to do what you do.”
“Umm… okay. Mike?”
“Mmm. Yes, maybe Mike.”
“So do you want me to handle that or…?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Anything else?”
“Not really.…”
“…”
“I’ll just stop then.”