By Peter Ngumbah
Con Two has great assignments. Doctors, engineers, and lawyers ride it down to the classy steel and glass spacescrapers downtown. Joey looks past their white lab coats and leather briefcases, past the astronaut’s helmets and rock star’s bass guitars on Con One, down into the conveyor control room. The Con Men sit there idly in their dark sunglasses and black uniforms, sending people where they need to go. Joey waves feebly in their direction, no one waves back. So composed and professional they are.
“One day,” Joey says.
He grips his shovel tightly as Con Three turns away from the city.
I don’t get it. Would like to read others’ comments, more au courant than I.
I was going for was an “anywhere is better than where I am” vibe. He could be on con 1, con 2, even the control booth and it would be a step up.