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Office Secret Santa

Office Secret Santa

“Shinto,” I say, reciting from memory the Wikipedia article I read earlier today.  “An ethnic religion of the people of Japan.”  Jennifer looks around frantically, as if a Japanese person might have snuck in while she wasn’t looking.

Thank You For Riding Uber

Thank You For Riding Uber

The Uber driver, in a laudable act of charity, not only lets her smoke in the car but bums her a cigarette.  Mom lights the cigarette and promptly pukes into my father’s lap, coming up for air only to assure dear old Dad that she’ll Venmo him for dry cleaning.

The Job Interview

The Job Interview

Yesterday I tried to have a ‘job’ as a ‘sales executive’, so I ended up in deep North Philadelphia unable to stop staring at ‘scrapple’ in a fly infested deli fridge while a large man in a striped suit with bitten-to-the-quick nails looked through moldy envelopes for an electricity bill.