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Travis
[There is a lesson to be learned from this story! Please, don't hate me, this story is harmless fun...it's actually a parody-type-of-thing of the children's book, "Tacky The Penguin". From First To Last have their own lives, so I obviously didn't invent them. Don't read this if you don't like lame corny-ness.]
There is a man who goes by the name Travis Richter. His hometown is a rainy but snug town, which is where he lived and worked at a local market. The only reason he worked there is because his father was good friends with the owner.
Travis had three co-workers: Manning, Derek, and Matt. They were all straight out of high school, and they were bitter men at work; they didn't want to lose their jobs. Their boss was very strict, and they had no idea why he let Travis work there.
Travis was a weird man.
Every time Manning, Derek, and Matt greeted a customer, they smiled sweetly and added a, "good morning," just to be safe.
Travis greeted a customer by glaring at them and yelling, "Buckle your seatbelts!"
When Manning, Derek, and Matt had to take inventory for the products in storage, they counted one-two-three-four items, and then placed them in a box.
Travis always counted by his favorite numbers (seven and twenty-seven), and sometimes he counted backwards, randomly, or by letters. When an item wouldn't fit in a box, he tried to hide them under shelves and in his co-worker's jacket pockets and lunch bags.
His co-workers neatly and evenly stacked and sorted items on the shelves.
Travis always mixed products and threw them at his co-workers. When something would not fit on a shelf, he would push everything off the shelf so that that one item would fit.
Manning, Derek, and Matt would always sing Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt" under their breaths as they worked.
Travis would belt out, "Bang, Bang, Bang".
Travis was a weird man.
One morning, the bell above the store entrance rang with new arrivals; two men. Travis' co-workers kindly tried to explain to the two men that they were not open yet, but the newcomers pulled a knife out on them. Derek squealed like a prepubescent female and fainted in Matt's arms.
Of course, Travis heard the commotion from the storage room and sprang out. He opened his eyes wide and yelled, "Buckle your seatbelts!"
One of the men asked the other what seatbelts he was talking about. They both shook their heads.
They advanced on Travis, and Travis' voice rang out:
"I just want bang, bang, bang! I don't want to know your name; I just want bang, bang, bang!"
Travis accidentally backed into the counter and hit the alarm. The blaring noise hit the air like a launching rocket. The men panicked and fled.
Manning and Matt cheered as they tried to revive Derek. Once he was awake, they all looked at Travis who was humming, shaking his butt, and shoving things off of shelves.
They decided that Travis wasn't such a weird man, after all. He was just different.
depressedThere is a man who goes by the name Travis Richter. His hometown is a rainy but snug town, which is where he lived and worked at a local market. The only reason he worked there is because his father was good friends with the owner.
Travis had three co-workers: Manning, Derek, and Matt. They were all straight out of high school, and they were bitter men at work; they didn't want to lose their jobs. Their boss was very strict, and they had no idea why he let Travis work there.
Travis was a weird man.
Every time Manning, Derek, and Matt greeted a customer, they smiled sweetly and added a, "good morning," just to be safe.
Travis greeted a customer by glaring at them and yelling, "Buckle your seatbelts!"
When Manning, Derek, and Matt had to take inventory for the products in storage, they counted one-two-three-four items, and then placed them in a box.
Travis always counted by his favorite numbers (seven and twenty-seven), and sometimes he counted backwards, randomly, or by letters. When an item wouldn't fit in a box, he tried to hide them under shelves and in his co-worker's jacket pockets and lunch bags.
His co-workers neatly and evenly stacked and sorted items on the shelves.
Travis always mixed products and threw them at his co-workers. When something would not fit on a shelf, he would push everything off the shelf so that that one item would fit.
Manning, Derek, and Matt would always sing Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt" under their breaths as they worked.
Travis would belt out, "Bang, Bang, Bang".
Travis was a weird man.
One morning, the bell above the store entrance rang with new arrivals; two men. Travis' co-workers kindly tried to explain to the two men that they were not open yet, but the newcomers pulled a knife out on them. Derek squealed like a prepubescent female and fainted in Matt's arms.
Of course, Travis heard the commotion from the storage room and sprang out. He opened his eyes wide and yelled, "Buckle your seatbelts!"
One of the men asked the other what seatbelts he was talking about. They both shook their heads.
They advanced on Travis, and Travis' voice rang out:
"I just want bang, bang, bang! I don't want to know your name; I just want bang, bang, bang!"
Travis accidentally backed into the counter and hit the alarm. The blaring noise hit the air like a launching rocket. The men panicked and fled.
Manning and Matt cheered as they tried to revive Derek. Once he was awake, they all looked at Travis who was humming, shaking his butt, and shoving things off of shelves.
They decided that Travis wasn't such a weird man, after all. He was just different.
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