scratchings

I've got to head to work in a little bit. Another Saturday rotation. This time, Sarge and I are tasked with showing our new assistant boss - who shall be known here as "Mango" - the Saturday ropes. 

Mango is coming along nicely since starting the job a couple of weeks ago. She s a young fresh university grad, and this is her first "grown-up" job. I was working the late shift with her last night as we were finishing up getting the last few test takers done and out.

One guy finished up and returned his materials, including two pieces of scratch paper. We always give three sheets of scratch paper and must collect all before they leave.

"Did you have another piece of scratch paper?" Mango asked "I've only got two here"

"Oh, yeah. The other one is just in my pocket", the soft spoken man replied

So we told him we had to collect all of it before he could leave, and he agreeingly complied, pulling the folded paper out of his back pocket and handing it to Mango. We have to collect it all because people aren't allowed to take any test questions out of the testing center (other than inside their minds).

The guy was a friendly person, quite chill. Late 20s, early 30s I'd say. He'd come in for a couple of automotive tech certifications.

We tidied up after him as he collected his things and left. Mango opened the paper from Tech guy's pocket. There were no test questions on there, just a bit of writing to quote:

"F**k you b*tch  MotherF***ing b*tch..."

We both emitted quiet guffaws.

"Welp, we probably could've let him keep THAT little love note", I observed

We've no idea who the message was meant for. It seemed rather uncharacteristic since the guy was rather quiet and mellow. To add to the mystery. the "love note" was written in rather elegant, highly legible cursive.

Sometimes people make cute and/or skilled drawings on their scratch paper and we'll keep them around for a while. We were almost tempted to save this contribution.

Nah.