coffee and lit his morning Marlboro. Meat Loaf came on the radio and Gerald sang along with the text “Flat tires in the rearview mirror, they appear flatter than they are!” He finished his coffee and looking at the clock, decided to slowly make his way to the repair shop.
He drove by the repair shop and as to be expected, the car was standing out front after being dropped off there by a towing truck. He had planned to risk being seen by the Boss man by going in to the repair shop and ordering an air filter, oil filter, and if it took to long see the end of the show, he would even have bought new spark plugs for his car, although he wasn’t in need of new ones. But when he had driven by and was going to turn around in the gas station next door, he saw that he could get himself a coffee with a doughnut for $1, 99. Not only did the thought of a doughnut with coffee sound delicious, but he seen that he could stand at one of the tables by the front window and have almost a front row seat for the upcoming show. So, in he went after parking his car behind the gas station between the other cars standing there either for repair or for sale.
It seemed to Gerald that the Boss man must have resigned to the fact that his cars were being attacked, for he was somewhat nonchalantly walking around in front of the repair shop and talking on his new cell phone. He didn’t even have a red head like he normally gets when he is even somewhat upset! One of the mechanics was just finishing putting the second new tire on the rear of the car and so long as he was tightening the lug nuts, Gerald bought himself another doughnut and coffee, for the show was far from over! The mechanic was letting the car down from the portable jack as Gerald came back to his standing table, and when the mechanic got this funny look on his face and walked over to the cars roof, Gerald nearly scalded his mouth from the coffee due to the excitement. The mechanic ran a finger over the roof, looked at it, and then sniffed at the smudge on his finger. He walked over to where the Boss was deep conversation on his phone, and talked to him. The look on the Boss’s face as he put his phone back into his jacket pocket was fabulous. His look was one of pure astonishment as he went over to the BMW while the mechanic walked into the repair shop. He came out of the shop with an aluminum ladder and set it next to the car. He climbed up the ladder and didn’t even have to go too far above the car before he busted out laughing. The Boss must have asked what the mechanic found so funny, because when the mechanic spoke to him and pointed out the letters on the roof, and that was when the Boss’s face went absolutely nuclear!
Gerald found the idea pretty good when he had at first thought of ruining the paint job with brake fluid, but it was when he was walking past the duck pond in the park that the idea of making letters with the brake fluid came into his head. Now looking at the reaction of the Boss as the mechanic told him that three letters were eating the paint off of the roof of the car, and that KMA meant ‘Kiss My Ass’, he was overjoyed that he had thought of it. Now the third phase should come about and then Gerald could go home and enjoy his Saturday.
The Mechanic had stored the portable jack and the ladder back into the shop and now came out with the bill. The Boss snatched it and must have said something pretty haughty to the mechanic as he got into the car, for as soon as the Boss was inside, the mechanic gave him the middle finger with both hands. The Boss shot forward in the BMW and attempted to make the hard left to get onto the street. Someone driving normal wouldn’t have had a problem taking the sharp maneuver, for they wouldn’t have needed the brakes. The BMW braked hard to make the turn and instead of making the turn, the right side front disc brake did its job, contrary to the left side, which was totally soaked with WD-40. In the attempt to brake hard at that speed, the car careened towards the right and smashed into a cement transformer building from the electric company in town. Gerald smiled and thought that it was a lovely sight; with the right front side of the BMW all crumpled up like a piece of paper. He finished his coffee in two swallows and shoved the last half of the doughnut in his mouth as he walked out the door and around the corner of the gas station.
What Gerald couldn’t know is the fact that the manager did in fact have to pay a percentage of the repairs to the company’s Mercedes. And he had gone to the office of the head union representative for the company to see if they could find a way that he wouldn’t have to pay. During their conversation, the manager had also told of the attacks on his wife’s car, especially the three pronged attack on Saturday. The representative had said that he knows of only one man who thinks, and has the skills to launch such a demolition against the manager’s two cars, and that was Gerald. As soon as the name was hanging in the air, the manager had said that he couldn’t believe that Gerald was capable of such criminal acts. The representative then told the manager all about Gerald and what he had formally done in the military before coming to work at the company. And he also pointed out the fact that the manager had been literally bullying him during working hours. The manager said that he had also said a few things to Gerald pertaining to smoking while at the store. The union rep told him that he had probably found his perpetrator, and to file charges. Let the police investigate and the court will decide.
Finale
Here I am sitting in the court room again, but it will be my last time as I will receive my sentence today from the judge. The last few days in court went by as if in a dream, for everything that the prosecuting attorney had presented to the court and the jury was for me simply a rehash of all that I had done when I had went on my rampage against this one man. Yes, it was simply one person, a man who most definitely deserved to live through the ‘Rambo-style’ tactics, of which he had absolutely no idea that I was capable of when someone really pushed me too far. I had observed him for only one week and that was more than enough to note his daily routine, which also included his Saturday ritual, but I considered Sundays and decided to let him have his tranquility and also so I could take a day off. My every move, every instance had been thought out and carefully planned. Basically said, I would not be sitting here right now had it not been that I had in all these years, forgotten that the one person who knew of what I had learned and of what I was really capable of, had climbed the company ladder and had eventually became the head representative of the union at the company where we both were employed. After his statement under oath yesterday, it had slammed home like a hammer. And as he started to give his affidavit, I was astounded that he recited verbatim our little chat. I started to remember our chat during work one day, oh so long ago, when I had just started to work at the company. In those days, man let me tell you, I had an arrogant attitude and a big mouth to match it. And his advice to me after a little altercation with another coworker was to adjust to the culture, attempt to fit in like all the rest, and forget about what I had previously done in my military career. Which I took to heart and did, and in the last few decades I was calm, decisive, and had made my new way in life. I had also forgotten one little thing which was now detrimental to me, our little chat.
I had taken the advice of my attorney and constantly pleaded the 5th Amendment whenever I could, because the lawyer had said that they will have to prove if I had actually committed the acts or not. But nowadays, in our ever expanding digital world, they had the invoice for the PU foam from England, and after the judge ordered it, they utilized the GPS from my cell phone. When they presented the graphic chart in court, it was a roadmap of everywhere I had been. I leaned over to my lawyer and asked him what that will mean in the scheme of things, and he whispered in my ear that I was screwed. They had me.
But no matter what happens, my very last act of revenge will play out if I am in jail or not. For I had noticed that the manager’s wood privacy panels on his fence were mounted with simple wire twisted around the supporting poles. And so I took the extra few minutes to cut the wires with my Leatherman tool. When the next storm comes around in late summer or fall, he will think of me again as he cleans up the broken panels and repairs the fence.
So now the judge is at the bench and if I get lucky, I might get off with only a fin
e and the reimbursement of all the damage I had created. If the judges daughter by chance ran off with an American while he was stationed here, or worse yet, got pregnant and the soldier left her like someone leaves a dog on the side of the road, then I’ll see the inside of my new room with bars on the window. I know how these proceedings go, and what do you think I’ll say when he asks me if I am proud of what I did, or do I show remorse? I’ll slowly stand up and proudly say; “Your Honor, I’m proud that I was still capable in my advanced age to carry out my revenge! And as to if I had the chance to go backwards in time, would I do it again? You’re damn right I would!”
A strange thing occurred to me as I watched the judge looking over the papers for the umpteenth time; nobody ever mentioned that his Mercedes was full of Stinky Cheese, and that it must reek worse than the city garbage dump by now!
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