Rorty: Part 1
By Mark Quinn
Let me begin by saying, for you to understand this most extraordinary story you must get to grips with the horrors that can and will affect our lives in many imaginary forms.
Let the story begin…
Many years ago in a very well-known furniture store in Northern Europe something very strange occurred, and to this day it is unexplained as to what exactly happened.
Let’s start off with Christian, a sixty-four year-old forklift truck driver who lived alone in the nearby village of Hamult and worked all his life in the well-known furniture store.
He had dreams of travelling around Europe and having the adventure of a lifetime before his body and mind would get too old for him to begin. The trouble was that Christian didn’t have much money and that the house he was living in was about to be demolished due to expansion within the area, his pension would not afford him to travel and with his retirement due in the next six months life was looking glim for the old warehouse man.
One Monday morning when the weather was as dismal as Christian’s situation, he was sitting in the warehouse on his forklift truck having just stacked pallets of wardrobes four high – not necessarily the Health & Safety standards of today but there you go!
From within the rows and rows of palletised stock Christian heard a quiet but strong voice.
“Christian you look as happy as a wet sock on a sore and swollen foot.”
Christian looked around and there was no-one to be seen, then he heard it again.
“Christian, you don’t have a pot to piss in do you?” …To be continued.
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