“Don’t get him riled up,” he heard her say.
He wasn’t supposed to hear, but he did. It was one of the things he both did and didn’t like about her. Her voice carried.
“He’s in a foul mood today,” she went on in her whisper voice that wasn’t a whisper at all. And then there were muffled voices…Words he couldn’t understand…Laughter…
Nonsense. He didn’t have time for it.
Easy for them to scoff. Easy for them to ridicule. What did they know about pressure? Every word he uttered was scrutinized. Every gesture, grimace and smile picked apart.
Vultures. 99.9% of them.
They acted like he wanted to feel this way, to act this way. Like he enjoyed it.
The truth was he hated getting bristled. Bristling wasn’t a good look for him. It made his jaw clench and his lips purse. It caused him puff out his chest and for that nasty film of sweat to form where his mustache would be, if he had one.
His dad had a mustache. It was a despicable thing. A food trap. A bacteria trap…
Bristling made him hot.
His mother had incorrectly called it getting your cockles up. “Don’t get your cockles up,” she’d say…And they would laugh.
He got flushed when he bristled. And flushing was especially unbecoming to him. Flushing made his face look more mottled. It didn’t matter that he tanned his skin to the color of a terracotta pot.
He heard her say that too. It pissed him off, but he had to admit it was funny.
So, he let things roll off him when he could.
His butler brought him a diet coke. He watched the man’s movements, slyly, with his excellent peripheral vision.
So precise. So fluid. So careful.
He admired the military crispness of the uniform, the faint clean smell of soap and water on the skin, the jolt of peppermint on the breath. He envied the butler’s grace even as it repelled him.
“Is there anything else…”
He waved the butler off mid sentence. And turned up the television.
The butler bowed, not deeply but noticeably and left the room.
He wasn’t always so short with the man. Sometimes he shared a few words with him. Sometimes he said thank you. Sometimes he even joked around. Today he simply wasn’t in the mood.
To him there was no nobility in servitude, no honor. The thought of it irked him. Servitude was for the low class.
Waiters. Hairstylists. Nurses. Chauffeurs. Losers…Pilots too. They were just chauffeurs in the sky.
That’s what his dad said about them when his brother said he wanted to be one. His brother–the alcoholic. His brother–the nice guy.
Servitude reminded him of his mother, who’d been a maid, before she hit the lottery and married a rich man. Before she became a snob. If there was anything–anyone–that he couldn’t abide it was an unqualified snob.
The nouveau riche.
Most of them didn’t even know how to properly use a knife and fork…
He could spot them a mile away.
Always too much jewelry.
The thought of his mother made his head hurt. He messaged his temples.
At least she had regal features. Good straight, even features. Unremarkable Scandinavian features.
But her hair. That long winding, sculpted monstrosity piled on her head. The gallons of hairspray. The smell… One time he had tried to touch her hair when he was a child.
She slapped his hand away.
To be continued…
Donald Trump is one, Mark Zuckerberg too, Cristiano Ronaldo anyway. The charge is so omnipresent that one might think that “narcissist” is only a synonym for “idiot.”
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I’m pretty discerning about the description. I don’t just throw it out there as a catch all for jerks. I’ve actually had a close relationship with one, but that doesn’t make me an expert.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
–Pam
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This man seems familiar… 🙂
I am on board for the serial, Pam. Hooked already!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete. I’ll probably keep it going more as a periodical than a serial.
–Pam
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I’ll be here for that. (Hopefully! )
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This does look interesting Pam 🙂 I too am hooked on this as beetleypete so eloquently said above 🙂 Anyway, keep up the great work as always 🙂
P.S. I had a fun time yesterday on Cindy’s site with both of us replying back and forth to each other in regards to the films of Robert Altman 🙂 What about you? 🙂
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Thanks John. Yes, I did have fun. It’s always a pleasure to talk film with you. And, You know what? I realized that I liked more Altman films than I thought. Plus, last night I watched The Late Show. It’s been a long time since I saw it. It’s such a great movie. It is masterfully directed. Art Carney is such a great actor. He is so natural. And, of course, I learned that Robert Benton, not Robert Altman directed the movie. Shane Black’s Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang and The Nice Guys owes a lot to The Late Show. I love both of those movies.
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This is pretty cool Pam…can’t wait for the next.
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Thanks Max. I appreciate you reading.
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Always Pam… the title caught me right away.
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I’ve happily had little experience with this, although a friend of mine recently stumbled into one. She started dating him (they’re both older, not kids) and everything seemed to be going great…and eventually he proposed to her….and suggested that they just keep their living arrangements as-is: her in her apartment, he in his house!
What fun!
What a good idea!
Uh, see you later, dude!
I’m sucked in by this immediately. Like all above, looking forward to the next part.
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Ha! I actually think that’s a good idea to have your own house. I always wanted my husband and I to keep an apartment in downtown Nashville. It would be cool for company, for weekend and holiday excursions and when we are fighting, but most of the time we’d be together in one location or the other. It would be ideal. But my husband won’t do it. It’s too expensive.
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Oh, totally agree! But maybe after the honeymoon period was over. Which did seem to end right on time about two years in. 🙂
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I especially enjoyed the bit about the mustache… I don’t think I’ll ever think about them in the same way 🙂
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I actually like mustaches, DW–As long as there not too thick or long–but this character does NOT like them. He’s a bit of a germaphobe.
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You got me going on this! Looking forward to the next part!
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Thanks for reading, John. It’s always a pleasure and an honor for you to stop by.
–Pam
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