Snapshots of the Spectacle


Max emerged from the salad bar at the street corner and spotted all of a sudden the ATM across the street. He was struck numb as he realised he had been had. Yes, he had been had. Without doubt.

He looked around himself surreptitiously, eyes lowered. Why, oh why, had his boss Molly asked him to pick up her lunch? Why had she not had time to do it herself, as she had gone to the ATM to fetch some money just before she sent him off to buy her her lunch? There had been no queue at the salad bar. So why? Why had she sent him off on an errand she could have done herself?

He returned to the office carrying a doggy bag in his moulded hands and body drenched in humiliation.