I know in my heart it’s not going to be true retirement, I’m going to have to get at least a part time job but for once in my life I want to find something that I like to do, you know? All my life I’ve worked at jobs I didn’t like or outright hated because jobs around here are so scarce that if you have one, you keep it. Fuck, including the army I’ve only had 5 jobs in my entire life, and only two in the last 35 years.
Yup, I’d love to work in a fucking bait shop or something.
I remember about 20 years ago I was in Gun Country and there was a young guy there behind the counter that was fairly new. I had seen him once or twice but never had any dealings with him but he seemed like a nice guy, very courteous and cheerful as hell.
So I’m waiting at the counter and he comes over with a smile on his face. “What’s up with your happy ass?” I asked in a joking manner.
He looks around and half whispers “Dude, I’m working in a fucking gun shop!” and then he reaches down and pinches a bruised spot on his forearm, waits for a second and starts grinning again.