David then writes with gusto, relishing letter by letter. " Joe Daniels is an ignorant redneck who works here
as a janitor." Soon after he finished writing he rises from his
chair and hurried to the meeting location.
No one had yet arrived with the exception of Joe, who was talking on his cell phone. David was nervous
thinking that nothing would happen, maybe it was something very extreme for the magic of the pen. Then,
suddenly, Joe began to speak with a strange accent.
"Howdy sir, the goals of this season will be fucking meet" he said with a Southern drawl growing stronger.
David knew that Joe had studied in England and boasted of his perfect English, so he decided to sneak into the
room and observe the change closely.
The suit Joe was wearing looked old-fashioned, that it was no longer impeccable state that he kept, his hair
gel was slowly falling apart, getting curly and tousled up to be a mullet and tacky. David looked at the hand
that held the cell phone, his well trimmed nails became rustic and biten, the mobile phone has become an
outdated model, his thin fingers became thick and short. David was having a great time with everything and
could not help a chuckle, Joe heard and turned to confront David with an expression of surprise.
Now that Joe had turned forward, David could see that his Italian tie was gone and his white collar was
turning blue. Joe's face looked the same, but more manly, the nose had been broken at some point, had old
scars around the face and in general was more tan. But it was the eyes that drew the most attention of David,
where there was arrogance and conceit, were now filled with confusion and stupidity.
"Mr. David?" Said Joe not understanding why he spoke with so much respect for a subordinate. He was scaredwhy
he was talking on the phone during work hours. But why he was worried about that? He was not the head of
David? Or wasn´t ?
David looked at the suit of Joe turning into a proletarian tissue, a jumpsuit cleanup crew. His argentine
leather shoes become dirty work boots. Inside the head of Joe, schooling and education of the elite became
memories of a poor farm life until he had to goto the big city for jobs.
"Sorry Mr. Burnside, this will nottin be happenin´ again by mah pa grave. Me'll finish cleanin´ the meetin´
room quickly. Please Mr.Burnside, don´t fire me, me need this job, me have six child mouths to feed." The new
submissive behavior of Joe and his Southern drawl and way of talking uneducated made David laughingon the
inside. He watched the new Joe janitor finished cleaning the room with an expression of disapproval. When it
ended, Joe put his things in a mop bucket and left thanking David for his understanding.
David admired his work and started thinking it was time to put several people in their place, but who else?