Mr. Friendly
“Good morning,” Mr. Friendly said to each person coming through the metal detector.
The crowd had a much more upbeat air about them than the day before. That was what a Friday would do for you. He had noted throughout his many years there that whereas everyone always seemed like they were running uphill on a Wednesday. On Thursdays, they were always exhausted from the workweek and struggling to the end.
“Good morning and how are you today?” he asked a pretty raven-haired girl in her early twenties.
She ignored him looking at her cell phone pretending he was not there.
Noticing the next one in line was the man who brought his breakfast from McDonald’s every morning, Mr. Friendly jovially asked if the man had brought him any.
The man did not answer, unlike the raven-haired girl who had ignored him, this man did look at him…like he was an irritant.
“And hello to you,” he said to the next person in line. “Are you looking forward to the weekend?”
The woman stopped just short of rolling her eyes. Bad enough she had to come into work on a Friday when so many people now worked remote but that did not mean she had to endure idle banter from this man.
“Any plans?” Mr. Friendly asked
While he was trying to make conversation with the unresponsive woman Mr. Friendly noticed a little further back in the line was a man waiting impatiently.
Mr. Friendly wondered why the man always acted that way. He was going to get to the office soon enough.
When the man reached the head of the line Mr. Friendly gave him a customary smile to see if that might loosen the other man up.
“Good morning,” he said, not even receiving a cursory nod in response.“Have a nice day,” he told the man before waving him through.
And still nothing.
He continued to greet everyone who came through the doors as they passed through the metal detector. Once that was finished, he went about his job of patrolling the building.
The day passed without incident. Being Friday,everyone throughout the different offices left as soon as they thought they could get away with it throughout the day.
In the later afternoon, Mr. Friendly, always the last to leave, checked all of the doors making sure they were locked. Once that was done, he turned out all of the nonessential lights before securing the front entrance doors behind him.
And like that, another day had passed.
Mr. Friendly arrived at his small home twenty minutes later. He enjoyed living alone and having no one to answer to. Dunkin’ Donuts would serve for dinner if he so chose. It was good to be the king.
Instead of donuts, however, he heated a can of soup. After eating and washing the bowl, he went into the bedroom where the two shotguns and the assault rifle were beside each other on the bed.
All of those people who barely noticed Clyde Friendly, never even acknowledged he was there, well that was about to change.
He was the only security guard employed by the company that owned the building so he could come and go as it suited him and boy did it suit him now.
The plan called for him to return Saturday after house-keeping had finished for the day. There was only an early morning crew on tomorrow. The managing company did that under the guise allowing them toreturn home to their families and enjoy the rest of the weekend, but everyone knew it was really about saving money.
After they were gone, he would strategically place the weapons and ammunition throughout the buildingin all of the places where the people trapped inside were certain to flee. He would wait until everyone had come in Monday morning to begin the work week and then give them all a week to remember. Once they were all ensconced in their different offices, only then would he lock all of the exit doors. There would be no escaping this turkey shoot.
Gobble gobble.
He picked up the shotgun pointing at himself in the mirror mimicking shooting at all of those people he so hated.
The look on their faces would be priceless.
The raven-haired girl who had never even bothered to look at him…BAM!
The other woman who looked at him like he was something she stepped in…BAM!
The man who could not be bothered to even say good morning to him…BAM!
The man who brought McDonald’s every morning, here was one Happy Meal he was not going to enjoy…BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
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