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Underground eXperts United
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[ Frozen Dreams ] [ By The GNN ]
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"FROZEN DREAMS"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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"I am the ice cream man
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I am a one-man band"
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(Tom Waits)
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The clerk laughed. At first I thought he found my ancient clothes
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amusing, like everybody else apparently did around here.
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"Bus driver?", he asked me with that new dialect that I had not gotten
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myself used to yet.
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"Yes..." I answered and realized that I had made a fool of myself.
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Luckily, there was only me and the clerk present in the office, so I had no
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reason to feel completely ashamed.
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The follow-up question was even worse.
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"Do not tell me you are trained to drive a bus that is powered by
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petrol?"
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"Actually."
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Oh, how the clerk laughed. He leaned over the table, the he threw his
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body backwards and almost fell to the shiny floor before he buried his face
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in his hands. His laughter echoed, danced around in the room and smacked
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my ears.
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He calmed down for a second and looked up from his hands.
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"...and... YOU... want a JOB?" he screamed and began to laugh
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hysterically again.
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I tried to remain cool. People with a good attitude and a 'professional'
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look always get what they want, I pondered.
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"Yes, I want a job." I answered and smiled friendly.
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"SUCKER! HA HA HA!"
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My idea of a professional look obviously failed. The sad truth had to be
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that there actually was not any need for bus drivers. Even those who knew
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how to drive a bus that runs on petrol.
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"What else can you do?" the clerk asked me while giggling like a madman.
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His stocky body went up and down in the chair.
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"Uhm... er... well..."
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The clerk suddenly turned dead serious and tapped with his fingers on the
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table.
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"Well? What can you do (except for driving a bus that runs on petrol)?"
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I did not know what to answer. I had no real profession except for
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driving a bus.
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"Nothing, I suppose?" he concluded and sighed. "I guess the only chance
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for you to become someone in this world is to educate yourself. How old
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are you by the way?"
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"Two-hundred and five years old!"
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"Very funny."
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"Fifty-five."
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The clerk placed his hands on his impressive stomach.
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"I am sorry, but we do not educate people who are over fifty years old.
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New policy."
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"But they did that..."
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"...THEN yes, but not NOW."
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Silence. We just sat there, me and him, looking at each other. The
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clerk continued with his annoying habit of tapping his fingers on the desk
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again. It was obvious that the conversation was over.
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Outside, I met a friend from the past. He told me that there was no job
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available for him either, since the twenty-first century had no use for
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computer programmers who only knew Cobol and C. Together we walked to the
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nearest pub to have a cold beer, while talking about what a worthless idea
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it had been to pay thousands of dollars for a coffin of ice nineteen ninety
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four. Eternal life, what a joke.
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But hey, dreams are never what you expect them to be.
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Uncle Sam does the best he can.
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A pleasure dome: ETEXT.ARCHIVE.UMICH.EDU /pub/Zines/UXU
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Hey ho, let's go.
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uXu #225 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #225
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