SURREAL ADVENTURES FROM THE SOUTH SANDWICH ISLANDS

Friday, January 1, 2010

The Queen of Kookamonga (II)


As I was waiting for the elevator, among a group of waiters and waitresses, the guy behind me approached me and whispered in my left ear:

- Hey, lil’ one. Are you new here?

I turned back to face him and answered:

- Yes. It’s my first day. And you?
- I’ve been working in the ferry for ten years now. My name is Ruud.

We couldn’t shake hands as we carried our trays, so we bowed. I couldn’t help thinking that Ruud sounded a bit like… “rude”.

- Nice to meet you, Ruud. I’m Nicolette.
- Nice to meet you, Nicolette. How’s things? –he asked-

I laughed and looked down.

- I still don’t know. –I said-
- If you experience any problems with the Big Shots and look for revenge, you can always spit in the milk or pee in the coffee. I’ve done it a zillion times. It won’t solve anything but will help you let off steam. –he suggested-
- Dude, that’s revolting! –I said-
- Not when you see how incompetent they are to do any real work and how good they are at fucking up the work of others, just by smoking too much, talking on the cell phone all the time, telling you what to do and what not to do and getting paid ten times more than you to do so. Apart from realising one fine day that they secretly want to fuck you.

Oops. Except for this last sentence –which would have made me throw up on his shoes immediately-, he could have very well described the performance of the long forgotten, always hated and never missed Big Cheese, my ex-boss.

- But tell me: what have the guests done to deserve spittle and wee in their breakfast mugs? –I asked-
- Wait until you meet them: the vast majority is a bunch of narrow minded idiots. Just wait and see how the posh egocentrical assholes treat you like shit as soon as you enter their suites carrying their breakfast tray.

I was a bit shocked by the ebullient speech. I could see the red glow of his eyes and the swelling of the veins in his neck as he spoke. The guy was getting really worked up. There was no doubt that he had gone through very demeaning experiences in the guestrooms during his years in the ferry.

- Are you from the Unions? I must tell you that I really appreciate and respect your work, but I warn you: you won’t convince me to join, so put a sock in it, will you?
- I’m not a Unionist. I belong to the only genuinely and incorruptible secret workers’ association in this island: the Sandwichian People’s Front.
- And what do you and your friends do?
- We struggle to get decent work conditions for the people in North Sandwich.

As I said: a trade unionist in disguise. The situation reminded me very much of a Monty Phyton’s terrific gag in “Life of Brian”: the Judean People’s Front Suicide Squad –those who stabbed themselves in a proud fit of dignity and patriotism right under Brian’s nose, desperately hoping to be saved from sure death by crucifixion-. That Ruud and his protest strategies appeared to be as lonely and ludicrous as the Judean Squad in the movie.

- Don’t misunderstand me, dude. I’m not exactly a rightie but I’ve had my ups and downs with the Trade Unions in the past and swore to God not to mix with them again. So you can save the commie sermon because it sounds like Jurassic Park to me. You know: collective bargaining, strikes and all. Something I don’t need to hear.
- Uh oh, what have we got here? What a smarty pants! Do you really know what that was?
- I don’t think I even had full use of reasoning at that time.
- You probably were not even at the Great Sperm Race in these days.


I gasped in surprise at his rude remark. He smirked.

- There’s no need to be rude. -I whispered-
- I didn’t mean to be rude, lil’ one. But I can’t help it. I am actually Ruud.

He laughed at the pun. But I didn’t think it was that funny.

- Nice outfit –he said, pointing at my clothes-
- They gave me this one -which is too tight for me- because they say it makes me look sexy. But I can’t even breathe. –I said, pointing in the kitchen’s direction-
- The sods! I’ll get you a bigger one. You can call me if you need help –he said, slipping a piece of paper into my pocket, where he had noted down his cell phone number in big red figures-. And don’t forget that you can always spit in the milk or pee in the coffee.

This was what I call an innovative solution for hard times. It was pretty obvious to me that there was social unrest at the ferry company.

Ruud and I waved goodbye when the lift stopped at the second level, where I had to deliver the tray. But before I left the elevator, he dug in his pocket and took a handful of silvery powder that he gently blew on my face. A soft shiny cloud rained on my eyelashes, cheeks, nose and lips. I protested weakly and tried to shake the powder off my face. I had to leave the tray on the floor, shut my eyes and rub them furiously. All of a sudden I felt a slight dizziness and had the weird feeling that something undefined was blotted out of my mind; something that was definitely missing, leaving a big blank space in my memory. When I took the tray again, he said with an evil smile on his face:

- Merry Christmas, Nicolette.
- Merry Christmas, Ruud. – I answered, still dizzy and puzzled-

I walked down the corridor, looked for Suite nº 20, knocked on the door and waited.

A tall man with long dark hair in a maroon gown opened the door. He appraised me from top to bottom and greeted me with bedroom eyes. His sensual seductive looking glance told me he was in the mood for something romantic.

- Room service. Your breakfast, sir. -I said, putting the tray on the coffee table-
- I thought I would never see your lovely brown eyes again, Leni. You look beautiful as a rose.

His blue-greyish eyes beamed; his smile gleamed. I felt a wonderful mixture of shyness and satisfaction and that butterfly feeling in my stomach. I felt like a queen in that room, though I had never seen that man before in my whole life and didn't really know who that Leni he mentioned was.




"Somerset house" (Tindersticks)

17 comments:

underOvr (aka The U) said...

Happy New Year Leni!

This was imaginative and funny.

U

Gorilla Bananas said...

Oh dear! That sure wasn't talcum powder he blew in your face! Typical communist: if you're not with him, you're against him.

sage said...

Happy New Year, Leni. We just can't escape our pasts, can we.

Euromark said...

All the best to you for twenty-ten. May it be like those perfect champagne glasses in your photo in this entry.

max said...

Good, Leni. He has shown at last!
Let's see how your White Knight deals with this situation...

Leni Qinan said...

Dear U, thanks, and Happy New Year to you too! This is a part of my crazy adventurous life in North Sandwich!

Take care!

Leni Qinan said...

Mr Bananas, that was some kind of magic powder that obviously gave me some amnesia (talcum powder would have made me cough like hell). About the commies... really, I have nothing against them, as long as they don't bother me -and they have bothered me a lot in the past, believe me- so I prefer to ignore them...

Leni Qinan said...

Happy New Year to you too, Sage! You're right, we're a bit prisoners of our past. I hope Ed sets me free soon, hahah.

Leni Qinan said...

Happy New Year to you too, Mark, and welcome! Don't get frozen these days -I hear a cold spell is reaching your place...-

Leni Qinan said...

Hey Max! I'm absolutely sure he will be able to deal with the situation, as usual. Just wait and see.

Crabbers said...

"une poignée de poudre argentée" L’emploi de "jeter de la poudre aux yeux" se ferait en référence aux coureurs des Jeux Olympiques qui soulevaient la poussière avec leurs pieds. Les suivants, la recevant dans les yeux, en étaient tout aveuglés et le tout premier pouvait arriver vainqueur.

Désormais cette expression est ( chez nous ) utilisées par un individu qui tente d'évincer d'éventuels concurrents , et se donne une fausse apparence pour épater la galerie ! Et l'épate de rude ( Ruud ) engoncé dans sa "livrée"(" Marchand de vers, jadis poëte, Abbé, valet, vieille coquette, Vous arrivez ; Paris accourt ; Eh ! vite : une triple toilette ; Il faut unir La livrée et le manteau court") qui parle de "snob égocentrique" les comparant à des "trous du cul" , c'est de l'épate aussi ?
Mais la fin m'intrigue !!! Car c'est une intrigue n'est-ce pas ?? Et si la poudre aux yeux était en fait le "GHB" pour hypnotiser sa proie " Nicolette " ? Pauvre petite Nicolette sans défense qui va rencontrer le loup ! Brrrr !


Une merveilleuse année , pleine de future bises "fantastique" !

Leni Qinan said...

Mon cher Crabbers, joyeuse année 2010 pour toi aussi!

Cette poudre argentée maléfique aux yeux n'est pas trop dangereuse si je peux récupérer la mémoire et reconnaitre mon cher Ed.

Des bises fantastiques de retour, mon chéri!

Leni Qinan said...

Thank you Dana J!

Jimmy Bastard said...

Wonderfully written, and eclectic to the max. I enjoy my visits.

Grass said...

Such a long conversation for such a short elevator ride. These and from the way this series goes that I suspected this rude guy named Ruud is another magical person (if not downright despicable magical person, LOL) in the island..

Union. This is the reason sis, why I'm in between jobs at the moment. Most of the unionists I've met have caused me a serious bout of disillusionment that I don't want to meet one anymore. I never met any group of people who are as full of crap. They just talk and talk and not do anything to fight for workers' rights for real.

Sheesh. My statement above really does sound bitter. But I agree with what you said about Union in the story.

Good job as usual! I was away for 12 days for a vacation with my family. I had a blast sis. Happy new year! I missed you!


xxxx

Grass said...

Happy new year Max! :)

rebecca said...

uh-oh....that doesn't sound good!

I still can't get over the pic of the baby holding the bottle with its feet!

Catching up on blogs today and getting caught up on your posts I've missed.

((abrazos amor!))