Don't Call Me Late For Dinner

Sarge called me Jerry, for that he must die. Let me tell you why I kill when called Jerry. When I was 16, I worked at a local chinease restaraunt as a dishwasher. On saturdays I would clean the bar, which had a mirror running it's entire length, My boss was named William and he spoke shitty english at best. He couldn't say Jeremy, so he called me Jerry, only he said it more like Je-whee. So he told me to pull everything out of the bar and clean it...Which I did for most of the time. Towards the end, I got lazy and didn't clean quite as thouroghly as I was told to. When I was done, Willy came in and lectured me on not cleaning right, showing me the exact places I had skipped. I had to stay another hour to finish up before I could go ride. I was baffled at how he knew exactly where I had skipped, until I was in his office one day and noticed that the tv was showing the bar as viewed from the mirror. He must have sat in there the entire time I was cleaning that bar and watched everything I did for three hours. That fuck. I quite soon after. To this day, when people call me Jerry, I get pissed. Just so you know, Sarge, I know names which you have told me specifically not to mention in public...something to keep in mind.
~J