|Jamie's Story (standard:drama, 1780 words)|
|Author: The man in the lead codpiece||Added: Sep 25 2000||Views/Reads: 2748/1314||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It was an ordinary day for a young, promising girl when the store where she works is robbed. She ends up paying the ultimate price when a gunman mistakingly shoots her putting her into a coma. This is a story of what goes through her mind the split se|
"Morning Jamie. Everything going alright today?" "Just great, Mr. D." Jamie Parker was a favorite student employee at the auto parts store. She was what Mr. Donaldson called "a real go-getter with great business savvy." She was a real asset there. Mr. Donaldson was sixty-one years of age. He was one who always seemed to have a kindly smile ironed permanently on to his face. Despite the fact that in that year he had lost his wife to cancer and his sister to a man who was driving while under the influence of alcohol and methamphetamines, he always treated his employees with respect and seldom raised his voice. Most of the younger employees considered him more of a favorite grandfather than a boss, and Jamie was no exception. She genuinely liked the man. She was grateful for the generosity he had shown her over the past year. Mr. Donaldson came from a poor family too, so he knew what it was like. If it weren't for him, Jamie doubted she ever would have been able to go to college. Her family needed all the money they could her their hands on, and Jamie didn't want to take any more from them than she already had. Jamie considered all of these things as she walked briskly to her employer to find out which "post" she would have today. She was on a rotating shift, alternating between checking and sales. Preferring the latter, Jamie felt of better use working her charms on potential customers rather than a cash register, but Mr. Donaldson was the one who signed her paycheck. She would have to hope that her work would be noticed and pay off. "Where would you like me to go today, sir?" "Well Jamie, you're one of the best salespeople I have here. You know how to make a sale, and I know you feel that your talents are being wasted at the cash register, so..." Mr. Donaldson started. "So how about you start in sales today?""That would be great sir!" "Well don't forget, I'm giving you this opportunity because you're good, not because you're good at flirting with the guys. Do a good job, and you can stay there, otherwise you get to play on the cash register again." Jamie shifted uneasily and was glad when her boss continued, "Don't worry, you'll do great. Now get to work." "Yes, thanks, sir," she managed on her way towards the employee washroom. She had brought her uniform from home, rather than facing gawking strangers on the bus to work. She emerged from the change room several minutes later, transformed. Her normally disheveled hair was neatly combed. The black rayon shirt, black slacks, and red tie were all neatly ironed, and the nametag pinned over her left breast pocket displayed her name, Jamie Parker, employee. She smiled into a conveniently located mirror mounted on the door, and gave herself one more quick check. Perfect. She was ready for action, and there was no doubt that she was good at what she did. Several hours later, Jamie relaxed on her second coffee break of the afternoon. It had been a busy day. An older woman had come into the store looking for "a nice gift for her grandson." After pricing various items for forty minutes, she finally decided to look elsewhere. Jamie, rather surprised, almost pitched her a "cheapest price in town" line, but thought better of it. This innocent-looking granny could well be sophisticated and be offended if she pushed for the sale. She thanked her and turned away. No sooner had she left her than another possible customer walked in. The young man was only a few years older than she was. He knew what he wanted right away and walked directly towards a compact disk player with a removable face. He made his purchase and left, not bothering with small talk. The rest of Jamie's day was pretty much the same, with a steady stream of customers entering the store, making purchases, and leaving. Just as she finished the God-awful coffee that one of the employees-in-training must have made, the same granny that she had waited on earlier came back in. However, this time she had a friend, a rather nasty-looking friend with quite a piece of hardware in his hands. It was not the electronic kind, either. Jamie was no gun expert, but she did live in Chicago. This looked like a Glock 17, a nasty gun, especially in the hands of a young, obviously experienced crook. Of course, all guns are nasty, anyway. The analysis raced through Jamie's mind. The giant pointed the gun at the cashier and demanded all the money. The cashier, a new employee, immediately complied. As he was doing this, the "granny" spoke to Jamie. "Kid, I don't want to hurt anybody, but I will if I have to. Now start loading some of those goodies into the shopping cart. And move it!" "Right away!" Jamie made her way toward the electronics. It was at that moment that Mr. Donaldson chose to return from the bathroom. As he surveyed the scene, a tired, annoyed expression crossed his face. "Hello." he said to the one with the gun. "Nice to meet you, Pops." the thief replied. "How are you on this fine day?" "Great," replied the man who had been robbed many times before, but always when he was behind the counter. "Just great." The robber continued grabbing money and greedily stuffing it into a large plastic bag. When he finished, he yelled at Click here to read the rest of this story (66 more lines)
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