And What Would Follow
With the bathroom-turned-office now converted to its second form, a bathroom-turned-office-turned-operating room, Joseph Fejes was ready to lock up for the evening. He left his office, and took with him the uneaten remains of his Arby’s/Subway monstrosity in a crumpled bag that he tossed into the trash-can that sat listlessly between the various abandoned establishments as he made his way towards Midland’s most famous pub. There at the “Ol’ Watering Hole”, he was greeted by two colleagues.
One, like him, was freshly off of work, while the other was drinking before his shift.
Joseph was careful not to interrupt the dentist who seemed to be telling an unrelated story, “I’m telling you that since he was in college, he’s probably had a total of ten, eleven, maybe twelv
