by eburburan

Created on: June 03, 2009

A Passage Though Time

His fingers wrapping around the cylindrical containers, Gary removed the packages of tuna from the cardboard box; placing them squarely in the spatial void between the sardines and Baltic herring. He flinched as he heard a familiar voice screech, "The boss needs you over in dairy pronto". What now Gary pondered did that ignoramus want?

Bounding expeditiously to the dairy section Gary spotted his brooding superior fuming over the empty space which usually contained product used for coffee cream. "Are we out of stock on Half and Half his boss snarled"? "No", Gary shot back," I'll run and get some, just came in this morning".

God I loathe this job, Gary mumbled quietly to himself. Pushing open the swinging doors that led into the warehouse section, Gary's thoughts switched to happier times of his days on the gridiron, what might have been he conjected. Searching through the dimly lit space he spotted the product needed, loaded the cartons on his wheeled dolly and began the journey back. Progressing to his destination Gary continued to reminisce his glory days.

How the hell did I go from the front cover of Sports Illustrated to this demeaning existence he queried? Of course this was the one thousandth time he had asked himself the same question, he all too readily knew the answer. Having been touted by the media as the next great quarterback Gary's visions of fame faded in a plethora of fumbles and interceptions punctuated by a career ending injury that required four surgeries to mend his shattered knee.

His musings were once more interrupted by that all too familiar demon voice," Gary I need your ass here bright and early in the morning. The meat department is expecting a large shipment of turkeys at 6AM and since tomorrow is going to be a long day with Thanksgiving coming up, I'll be nice and let you go an hour early today." Gary haphazardly gathered his belongings eager to advance to his favorite watering hole across town.

Walking briskly across the parking lot that was bustling with the frenzied activity of shoppers racing home to prepare their evening meals, Gary's mind reverted back once again in time. Stepping out between cars, his senses had but a nanosecond to react to the piercing screech of tires and force of metal jarring his six foot 4 frame hurling into the metal post. The 3 ton behemoth of steel his now slumped

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