He's free and I'm trapped. It’s Halloween and I’m trapped by work and life and other such things.
Anyway, that was when I first spotted the bats, the Halloween bats swooping behind the guy which struck me as odd, because it was so early out on such a crisp day. The Halloween bats swooped near the biker and he swerved and that’s when his day changed for the worse.
The blue and the red lights spin. The biker goes down to the siren of THE Man, yet another sinful arrest, yet another BS charge on an otherwise perfectly messed up day, busting a man for letting his hair blow in the windand swerving to miss the crazy Halloween bats. I drive past, ignoring the travesty.
I reach work, innocently park and make the mistake of walking inside.
The secretary gives me every single detail of her weekend, and her neighbors weekend, and her neighbors weekend, all in less than 5 minutes, then there’s a list of crap ten miles long that I am to have to corporate in less than an hour. My desk is covered with memo's and notes and bills and complaints and possible deals that'll never happen or do anyone any good. The phone rings. I wince, I can feel the Halloween bats, the stupid Ghost bats swooping about my head, it'll be somebody wanting their money back, or someone at corporate wanting more, more, more.
My best salesperson walks by and tells me she's thinking of wallpapering her office with aluminum foil to avoid the electromagnetic waves slowly devouring us all as if we were beer nuts. There go the bats again, glad she met that guy.
Go sell a house, shut up, whacko.
Inside I can hear the stomach ulcers cutting into the lining of my stomach. If I didn't have kids, man, I'd be out the door. I envy the long haired biker, at least before the stupid bats tracked him down. The bats followed me all the time. But he got his beating out of the way, paid a fine, and got back on the road, back to freedom, away from the bats that live at work and in the bills and come out on Holidays to rub it all in.
At least he has a reason to ride. At least he has a reason to take his beating. I guess we both have one thing in common, though-
Sooner or later, the beatings will end.
I step outside to show a house and begin the pitch. Same old story, the house is great and insulated and worth every penny and so forth and so on and these people seem nice. I ask why they need a house and what they are looking for in a house and what their budget is and we make small talk and I forget about the hassles of work and so forth. I realize it is a nice clear Halloween day and that I provide a service for those who need housing and the rest is really just a headache made up of small hassles. We reach the house that I think is right for them and they look at it and grin from ear to ear. They remark how nice it will be to insulate the gable ends of the house with aluminum foil before it is finished and the vinyl siding is hung. Something about electromagnetic waves, and that’s when those stupid bats descend one more time.