by Heidi Heimler
his schedule and frowned. Smithers is on my
look at me. His secretary cracked her gum
as she filed her nails. I just schedule
whyd you put Smithers on todays
roster? I visited him just last week. Cant
it wait a bit?
said, I only schedule em. His
secretary took the gum out of her mouth and
gnawed on a hangnail.
couldnt have waited till next year? You
know how busy I am these days. What with this
idiotic war, the flu season, and a blasted
tsunami coming up, I hardly have time to breathe.
secretary stopped nibbling and shot him a look.
Theres a tsunami coming up? Nobody
Death sighed, invites were sent out a
couple of weeks ago. He inhaled slowly,
willing himself to be patient. But
thats not the point.
returned to her nails. So what is the point?
point is Im tired. Im working much
too hard these days. Ive done this job
since the beginning of time. It used to be OK,
fun even. But nowadays
He shook his
head. If this insanity keeps up, Ill
have to retire.
Death threw a
black cloak over his bony shoulders. I know.
Im just venting. But do I really have to
pay Smithers a visit today?
hit a few keys on her coffee-stained keyboard and
squinted at the computer screen. Says here
that Smithers' been hitting the sauce again. Hard.
Apparently he lost his job a few weeks ago, and
now he's finding comfort in a bottle. She
shrugged. Whatre ya gonna do?
the room and looked over his secretarys
shoulder. Ill be darned. It really
does say all that.
technology grand? She grinned.
its so grand, cant you schedule
Smithers for next year? Or at least in a few
She typed something, then paused and scanned the
screen. Youre booked solid.
whole year? Death placed a bony hand on his
protruding forehead. Youve got to be
With his head
bowed and his hand still cradling his forehead,
Death shuffled toward the door. Fine.
Ill pay Smithers another visit, but I
guarantee you he wont come. Hell
probably give me the same old song and dance
about not being ready, not expecting me just yet.
Then the old buggers gonna throw me out,
just like he did the last time.
handed Death his lunch. Its a job,
she said. Somebodys gotta do it.
And with that,
Death left the office and mounted the up
escalator. Yup, he mumbled to himself,
somebodys gotta do it.