Pork Chop | Menories Journal

Pork Chop | Menories Journal

A Story by Haley
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A man, the street, and a grade a piece of meat.

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I moved to San Francisco (actually Berkeley, across the bay, but I often joked that I was homeless in the city with a bed across the bay) when I turned 19, August of 2015, after a brief and failed stunt at a four-year university in Northern California. I enrolled in the local community college and got a job at a large retailer in the heart of Union Square, Zara, which owned by #6 on Forbes' Billionaires 2020 list, was notably one of the worst places to work, some of the reasons why will be later documented but can also be highlighted by a coworker getting fired for stealing toilet paper within my first few days. Imagine where a bathroom with a constant supply of some fifty or so toilet paper rolls, could not spare but just a few rolls of that sickly single ply that would fall apart in one's hands and leave one chaffed - could that also say something about the pay, or even how they treat their employees? Regardless of the toilet paper, the pork chop incident occurred while waiting for a new friend, a coworker, to clock out.

I had never been weary of the city, I always yearned for the anonymity of being able to be lost in a crowd. The benefit of working in Union Square was that you could quickly get lost watching all the people pass by, which was in fact what was happening as I waited. I got lost in the daze of people passing and the lull of the tunes that were softly escaping my headphones. I watched my friend confidently walk out of the large double doors that were the storefront and began to turn off my music, when she held up a single finger and answered her ringing phone.

The fog had begun to pick up that evening and I enjoyed the blanket like feel it gave the sky and the nippiness of the wind that often went with it. It was a night that I didn't mind waiting for a friend to take a call. I watched as she spoke quickly and loudly into a phone in a language that I myself had not heard before moving from a very non-diverse town. She was beautiful in a way that was new to me, the way that people reacted to her was astonishing, as if they knew that she was, or at least thought she was, a queen. She was sure of herself, loud, fun, and free as well as now yelling into her phone. I was aware that a group of men down the street had been watching us, I assumed mainly her, but as it typically was in the city, they seemed harmless. Taking a break from singing into her phone, she mouths to me that she has to run back inside and grab a coat.

The men down the street begin to disperse and go their own separate ways the same moment that my friend steps back inside, and I sink back onto the glass window, playing with my headphones as I put them away. The distinct city smells begin to come more fragrant as the wind picks up. One of the men in the group had made his way towards me, while I had been ignoring it, figuring he would pass and be on his way, he slowed, crawling closer until he was mere inches from my face. His words slurred and nearly incoherent, it was clear that he had something to say.

Slurred but mumbled, the man still inches from me, began to ramble. I don't believe in backing down from situations necessarily and taking a step backwards was impossible as I was already leaning against a window, so I stood, nodded, acting as if I knew what he was saying to me when my friend, now wearing her coat and phone-free, re-joined my side. She didn't say anything but also listened to his speech for a minute before pulling me away, laughing.

"Haley, why didn't you walk away? Did you hear him?" She asked, laughing hysterically but also slightly concerned. Apparently, the blank stare on my face said it all. "He was comparing you to a piece of meat, I think he said, 'A grade A piece of a*s.'" I blinked as I tried to process what was just said when it clicked, his mumblings and sounds worked out to be, "You're a pork chop."

That was years ago and the comparison to a pork chop has never left me. I haven't eaten a pork chop in years, afraid that I would just be hurting myself, since, as my friend then confirmed, I am a pork chop.

© 2020 Haley


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Haley
First Menories Journal! Let me know what you think and thanks for reading!

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Pork chop? lol...well These are the stories you never live down once people know what happened. Fun little story, well told and entertaining. Very nice. :-)

Posted 2 Months Ago


Haley

2 Months Ago

Thank you :)
Wow......a random stranger compares you to a pork chop? Hmmmm.. there is something wrong with society I think.

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Haley

2 Months Ago

I think the city lends one to believe their anonymous so a lot of things can be said or done that on.. read more
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Loved reading this, easy reading I call it. Interesting, descriptive with a fine wee tale told.
You’re good at this writing lark :)))

Posted 2 Months Ago


Haley

2 Months Ago

Thank you!!
You are so descriptive and funny. I could feel the SF vibe for sure.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Your writing is solid. Flows very well. Reminds of Charles Bukowski? Great story.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Haley

2 Months Ago

Thank you and what a comparison! I appreciate it.

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Added on December 15, 2020
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Tags: nonfiction, short story, quick read, dating, lifestyle, romance, humor, satire, comparisons, metaphor, city life, San Francisco, shopping

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