Mauve? Really? You sure you know what that color even is? It doesn’t even go with your fur pattern. Well whatever, you picked it.
After giving your answer to the agent he looks back in disgust. “Guess you really can’t give a bear taste… or class.” He mutters under his breath. That’s right you were just the victim of racial discrimination in the workplace. No one cares though, since you think mauve would make a good suit color for you. Seriously, you disgust me.
After getting your suit, the agents make it terribly apparent that picking your suit color was yet another test. One that you failed and by failed I mean you took a career that you haven’t even started yet and drove it into the ground… of an unpopulated area like a crappy kamikaze pilot. Sure they will let you stay in the agency; you’re a talking bear and they get to tell the CIA they have one; but you’ll be stuck behind a desk. No assignation plots, coups or espionage of any kind for you. Any chance of all that was out the window the moment you though mauve was a suitable color.
Day in and day out it’s you, your desk and paperwork. Not even cool stuff like organizing mission reports. Your job is to keep the minutes of office meetings. It’s safe to say the janitor has a more exciting job at the agency than you.
Down the line you snag yourself a wife, she’s boring and plain just like your job. You’re okay with that as the once hopeful eyes you had are glazed over and listless. Your life becomes a routine that you flow through like a mindless drone. To mix it up a bit your wife decides to have a child. With the birth of your son you hope he can have a chance for the excitement you never had. You promise yourself that you will support him; unlike your own father; in whatever he chooses for himself. Oh by the by, your parents didn’t make it to your wedding, because they are rugs now. Figured you should know. As you want to raise a son and be nothing like your father… especially the rug part.
You raised your son with pride and support, so it was years later he went off to an art school to follow his dreams. After a semester away he returned holding hands with a 6’8” Nigerian but the name of Abayomiolorunkoje. Not what you saw happening next, but as his father you promised support in his life choices… it’s easy to say you’d support your son until he shows up holding hands with a giant black guy huh?
After he finished art school and graduates your son becomes a famous artist for sculpting male genitalia. The guys at the office make a point to remind you of this every day too. All this happened because you though mauve was a good color, but on the bright side at least your gay son can give you fashion advice now.
The End
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