I cant say for you(Id never say for you thats your job someone does you ought bust em in the mouth no need to be polite be as rude as they are  they wont like it a bit  too fuckin bad)

              but for me

Ive not much need for a featherduster

or often have seen one

one in particular I cant miss

seems to stick out of the butt of a manager of a grocerystore we frequent(secretly lookin forward to laugh at his buttplug)

he was familiar with featherdusters their association with merchants fastidiously grooming their displays and stacks and shelves REALLY a place for everything(and everything better be in its place if you wanna keep your job) keeping things fronted  precise
nearly cinematic

               the camera follows the actor the aisle is severe cans and boxes are aligned their faces to either side seem sleek cut with a razor an architects untroubled tight perspective running ahead of the scene ending in the cool bluelighted upright freezers crystal-clear glass perfect frozen products held in suspended animation  picturesque

unless of course

               the camera is riveted and painting an apocalypse  the shelves pocked  displays crumbled scattered
a seemingly heady event which 
                           once upon a time
                                             was relegated to the ends of centuries 
when teeth gnashing prophets cried The End Is Coming The End Is Upon Us kneeling pleading the Almighty
(whichever Almighty they are servants of) Save the Children imploring desperately the Gathered the Almightys Children the Flock the prophets serve and protect

this Once Upon a Time has broken down

Now  it is touted almost daily and invigorate cults who beat their drums

                        GOD      GOD       GOD       GOD      GOD      GOD
unrelenting

fundamentalists preaching fire and brimstone to whomever may listen

they want to say for you

they want you to keep your trap tight shut

they want your submission

they want your FEAR      FEAR      FEAR      FEAR     FEAR      FEAR 
                                                                    its drumbeat

ostensibly  the featherduster sticks out of the store managers twisted back pocket  

the same featherduster every time

as if he owns it

its haft is wrapped just beneath its feather with black electricians tape

other employees have featherdusters or you see them on the metal shelves of their dollied-platforms beside cleaning solutions spraybottles sponges coloured markers and vacant product tabs to be filled with the latest Sale

but no one has this particular featherduster

it is his

jealously held

shopping they imagine toy with ideas  game how hed react irate undoubtedly if an employee handled his accoutrement that which perhaps had been bestowed onto him like scepter

most every time they had been there all the times they had seen him all the interactions with him over store policy all items they received free all the money reimbursed because they were mischarged by the computerised cash register

him peering at them peevishly

like an irate cock through chickenwireLemme outa here Ill tear em limb from limb
that Glare

they inconvenienced him(didnt they see he has a store to run) over petty charges

they couldnt begin to say over the years(ya gotta eat!) how many pounds of free food they exited the store with
couldnt begin to say the hundreds of dollars theyd saved(because of the computer) 
that if they hadnt caught
if they hadnt incurred and endured the wrath of the peacock
would be percolating through corporates coffers

it was obviously a business practise(if ya aint cheatin ya aint tryin hard enough)

a few innocuous pennies a pound

a missed fortycents per Sale item(its on SALE on the floor but not in the computer)

their Customer Service desk situated front and center where they made them wait was unattended

he remarked to her as they stood waiting and waiting and waiting 
This is much like a medieval or early New England marketplace where wooden stocks and pillories were erected
where the community could heap their scorn on the misfortunate slander and despise them publicly At the very least reverent eyes glancing at them with intent to belittle the careless sots Oh so very piously

Couldnt you see him in a preachers or judges smock a powdered wig a Jonathan Edwards Cotton Mather If I were a featherduster Id prefer to be stuck in the butt of Cotton myself You
shed laugh
hed laugh at her laugh

 

then after time
                             

most of the time

peacock would descend from a lofty ethereal place  alight  enter the courtesy desk from behind from a parallel aisle of that they stood in and say as he always said as if he were reading from a strict directors script 
Did you need help

yet  to this date  hed held his bile and tongue in check

it was a rigged game

he knew

hed reply sickly sweet for them like warmed honey dripping from a hollow bee tree
Yes please  Can YOU help us

scripted lines meeting scripted lines

though he could feel cavities forming in his teeth  their rot

why this kind of interaction wasnt an American Reality Television Show was beyond them

Edwards and Mather would have attempted to humiliate them
maybe curs
sticky rancid Devils spawn 
festooned with dull white gruesome insect larvas maggots strung on a cheap daisychain
working jissom up to waste on the earth or strangle clasped in a rude cloth

peacock didnt

he preened before them

tolerated them

though maybe behind his eyes those words those dramas played out

 

anyhow
         thats how they humoured themselves stubbornly at the end of their shopping as they were forced to wait
then entertaining themselves with passersby and the gossip rags slipped into and shimmering from endcaps      

            

1108.  Sunday,  21  2. 16

BeesandUs  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCkFmdV3S64