Entering the office ,where I was booked to take the aptitude test, which would hopefully end with a large neon sign pointing me in some direction in my life, and if that direction has something to do with a rainbow and a pot of gold then hey, money well spent, I couldn’t help shake the nagging feeling that I had made a huge mistake. The aptitude test may be a waste of time, I was doing it more to placate others then for myself, but that wasn’t the mistake I had made, the mistake that was weighing heavily on my chest. Guy and Murphy had decided that they would go on to some nearby eatery for their post lunch, pre supper, meal, and Steven had asked if he could tag along with me, having forgotten his wallet and been banned from pulling that trick on the gang again, and so being banished from Guy and Murphy’s indulgent activity. In a bleary state of one who is having to keep an appointment that they don’t fully believe in I had said yes to Stevens request.
The first signs that this would prove to be a test of my will to live didn’t occur when we got to the office, but when Steven insisted on going home to change out of his “eating clothes” and into his “I might meet some hot chick clothes.” This outfit consisted of a pair of jeans and sneakers, and the main focal point of his get up, a t-shit he had borrowed from his brother. Now everyone borrows cloths from their siblings, its a way of doubling your wardrobe without spending any more money, generally unless you only have a sister, every guy does it. The problems do however extend beyond only having a sibling of the opposite sex. Steven was a case in point. His brother is 9. Steven is 24. He was wearing his brothers Spiderman logo t-shirt. The shirt could have had Harry Potter on it and it would have been fine so long as it fit, but a 24 year old man wearing a 9 year olds Spiderman t-shirt is blinding sight that was apparently for my eyes only today. He argued that it made him look bigger, stronger, more manly. It made him look like he was a very ugly, fat, teenage girl in a crop top. I made him walk a few paces behind me.
Entering the office meant my forced buffer zone was cut out of the equation. Steven ambling up to me and standing at my shoulder effectively ended any doubts that anyone watching would have had about us knowing each other. He was very clearly with me.
“You know you didn’t have to come down here with me. I’m perfectly capable of finding my way to and back from this place.” I said to him through semi clenched teeth, my stare fixed straight ahead waiting for some acknowledgement from someone who works here.
“Nonsense man, someone like you, who never leaves his sofa, you guys are easy pickings for people out here. Like guys like that.” He said, pointing at the man behind the reception desk.
Someone one like me? People who wear cloths that fit? I’m surprised no one has pressed a panic button, or got up and hurriedly left the place, with what can only be described as a white trash drug pusher slash paedophile walking in and pointing to people.
“Who? The desk clerk?”
“Yeah, but how do we really know he;s a desk clerk?” Came the answer from someone who has clearly been watching to many spy movies on TV and not eating enough fish.
“Well, he is behind a desk, and he does have one of those name tags on his blazer, those guys always have name tags. Lets see, name tag, blazer, behind a desk, yeah that’s good enough for me.”
“Yeah but how do we know its all real and…”
“Okay enough of this cloak and dagger stuff, the guy has been staring at us in his best “can I help you leave” pose, so lets get this over with.” I interrupted Stevens real life spy series rant.
As I explained to the desk clerk who I was, that I had an appointment, and apologised to him for bringing Steven with me while at the same time assuring him I had no choice in the matter, all done in a loud enough voice so that all gathered in the waiting room could hear, and maybe be put to ease slightly and not concentrate on the fact that I was about to go in to the back office to complete the test, and Steven would be left with them, a comforting fact to me, but a terrifying one for them I am sure. Either way I had a test to do. One that could help shape my path to fame and riches. Steven was now their problem.