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[Jumpin]

Flash Fiction Story: The Plight of a Working Class Man
By Jumpin

Can you imagine those people who work in land mine factories?

I mean… wouldn’t that be the worst job? Not just because of the fumes of methyl trinitrobenzene, but because of ethical concerns. Your product kills people… like cigarettes except worse, because it blows arms and legs off. There are a major charity organizations that exist because of your product. And second hand smoke is a slow killer, but your product…. Sheesh! You would be the biggest fucking asshole in your neighbourhood:
“This is a fine cocktail party. So… you all look successful. What do you all do?”

“I’m a janitor and I keep the floors, walls, and piss stalls clean.”

“I’m a special doctor who chisels chins, plumps body parts, and is on registered sex offenders list.”

“Oh yeah? I make land mines in a factory. Princess Diana fought to close us down… so I have a joke about her. Why did Princess Diana cross the road????? Because she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.”

No one laughs, and the sex offender looks disgusted at the mine factory worker.

And these are the problems the working class has to put up with every day!