Building (feat. Benson and Yates)Benson slumped down on the park house steps, not quite exhausted but certainly not motivated to stand up anymore. It was the end of 'hump day', as that godawful calendar in his office had reminded him that morning. For a moment he ached for the weekend, until he remembered that he'd probably spend it in his apartment watching TV or doing push-ups, aching for the work week to begin and renew his sense of purpose.Building (feat. Benson and Yates) by wregular
An empty chip bag blew past his feet. Benson rose up and glared at it, personally offended, as if divine providence had tossed it in his direction just to make a point.
"I work all god damn day in this park, ordering people around, and for what? So that, at the end of the day, it all goes to hell again," he said, in perfectly level tones, before sitting down again and sighing.
The screen door closed behind him.
"If this is hell, I'd sure love to see heaven," said the approaching voice.
It belonged to Yates, the new caretaker. Ostensibly litter was his responsibility, but the co
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