It had been a trying day for Tony. The public he served resented the very sight of him and his bosses wanted more from him. It wasn’t as if he didn’t meet his targets. He thought that a job like his shouldn’t be all about targets anyway. If a person parked illegally then they deserved a ticket. He couldn’t push their vehicles onto double yellows just to reach irrational targets.
He arrived home to his empty house still wet from the heavy showers he’d traipsed through, while his bosses sat behind warm, dry desks.
The bastards, he furiously thought.
After showering and changing he slumped on to the sofa to await the take away he’d ordered.
He needed something easy to watch. Something he wouldn’t have to think too much about. He picked up the remote and switched on the television. After a quick flick through the listings he decided that the Devil’s Whore sounded right up his street. He’d watched the first episode the other day and it ticked all of his odd little boxes.
He shuffled into the lumpy cushion before selecting the second episode. A faceless voice warned him that the following programme contained flashing images and strong language.
‘Umph,’ he groaned. ‘I don’t need that shit if there’s no sex or violence,’ he growled at the screen and switched back to the listings.