Chapter Five
Lumpy
Listening moves mountains.
The event was to be held in the foyer of the community centre beside the wall of gratitude. McTaggart, embracing his “man of the people” philosophy, bypassed the admin, the publicity officer, and the finance department, nabbing Lumpy the janitor instead.
Lumpy, who was in the middle of sorting a urinal at the time, was completely unimpressed. He was up to his eyes in DYI-ing on a budget; organising a “do” was as plausible as him erecting a pole in the foyer and dancing up it.
He stared at the elegantly dressed Maggot, his hands as soft as putty—the sort of hands that would have trouble manipulating a can opener, let alone a wrench.
Not even an “are you busy?” or a “shall I come back later?” Just in and out like a wank job leaving a list a
