he showed up for work
in too-short pants
and white socks that showed
between black pants and shoes.
‘the shoes and pants cost
plenty,’ he said.
‘i didn’t have enough for socks.’
i said, ‘you didn’t have enough
‘they’re expensive. eight or nine
for two pair.’
‘what’s that? eight or nine?’ i said.
‘on top of twenty for shoes and
twenty for pants? it’s a lot.’
‘well get it figured out. i don’t
want to see those socks again.’
‘i’m sorry, sir. i’ll get it fixed
once i start making some money.’
‘no,’ i said. ‘get it fixed tomorrow.’
‘then i will,’ he said. ‘somehow
‘good,’ i said. but i already knew
i was firing him.
it was clear he wasn’t a