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Part of this story may be a little hard to read but I had fun
writing it and hope you enjoy reading it.
SR'Achoo': Wizzer's Cold
By Persephone
Basil was pissed. It used to be that it was a man's world but not
anymore. He was doing real well at the office where he worked and
was moving up the corporate ladder. He was forty-five years old
and had worked there for fifteen years and had moved steadily up
getting better and better jobs. His old bosses always said that
he was 'an up and commer' and that he would be in a corner office
before too long. Basil was not only looking forward to it, he was
planning on it. His last boss had even told him in private that
the job was his when he retired. Then the boss retired.
That was the beginning of all Basil's problems. Corporate
headquarters wanted to show how politically correct they were and
had replaced the boss with a woman. Basil didn't have a problem
with working for a woman but this feminazi was something else.
The worst part was that they promoted her over not only him but
over every other man in the division. She wasn't anywhere near
being in line for the job. She'd only been there for fourteen
months. Hell, she was only twenty-five years old. She had less
time with the company than anyone else there. But she was the
only woman in the division that wasn't a secretary.
When she moved into her new office she gave Basil and the rest of
the men more work than they could possibly handle. When they fell
behind in their work she demoted them and put a woman in their
place. Now Basil was working for his old secretary. Every man in
the division is working for a woman now. Basil wanted that bitch
stopped. No, not just stopped, he wanted her out of there or back
where she belonged but he didn't know how. He figured it wouldn't
be much longer before he wound up fired. To make matters even
worse, almost everyone in the office was either out with a cold
or working sick.
Basil decided to stop off at the mall on the way home. He wanted
to pick up some tissues and cold medicine from that small drug
store in the north end of the mall. With entire office coming
down sick Basil knew it was just a matter of time before it was
his turn. Better get some stuff before it hit him rather than
need it late some night and not have it. The older he got the
harder the common cold seemed to hit him.
He walked to the small drug store and opened the door to go in.
As he opened the door he heard an old-fashioned bell ring and was
just looking up at the bell attached over the door when he heard
a loud "AAAACHOOO!" from somewhere in the back followed shortly
by the sound of someone blowing their nose, and blowing, and
blowing. When all the commotion finally stopped an old man
dressed in a tattered old bathrobe slowly staggered from the back
room and headed towards the counter sniffling all the way. When
he reached the counter he stood there with a glassy eyed stare
and his mouth opening and closing like he was going to say
something. He made intermittent sounds while holding onto the
edge of the counter and staring at Basil, "Aaahh, Aaahaa...
Aaahaaahaa, AAACHOOO!" another shelf rattling sneeze issued from
the old man. He held a black handkerchief that had yellow stars,
quarter moons and such decorating it over his mouth as he
sneezed. Then he blew his nose again, "Phaaaaaaaaaaaat!
Phaaaaaaaaaaat! Phaaat, Phaat."
"Escuuze me bud I hab a code. Welcum to Spell R Uz Jeffery. Wud
can I do for you?" The old man said. "Ed before you azk, I know
your name becuz I'm a wizzer.
"Basil."
"We don carry id. Try da market down ad da udder end ob da mall."
"No. My name is Basil." He said as he looked around the shop. It
looked like he had just walked into a garage sale. He wondered
where the heck he was. This wasn't the drug store. What happened?
Did he have the wrong door? No. He couldn't have. He distinctly
remembered seeing the sign over the door when he walked in to the
shop.
"Oh, ob course you are. Escuuze me bud dis code in my head id
gibbing me fids. I usually know da names of everyone that comes
in here because I'm a wizzer bud nod eben a wizzer's magic can
fighd da common code. So, just whad is it dat I can do fo you,
Art?"
"Basil. My name is Basil! And you're a what? Did you say you were
a 'wizzer'?"
"Yeah, a wizzer wit a 'd' at the en."
"Oh, a wizard."
"Yeah, dis code has me mezzed up. Where am I? I was in a mall in
Kansas City before I sneezed bud I can see I'm nod in Kansas
anymore."
"You're in Salem, Oregon." Basil said.
"Oh, dads jus great, George! I hab da worse code I ebber had and
I go to da rain capital ob da United States."
"Basil. My name is still Basil. What happened to the drug store?
I thought I was going into the drug store that was here. I need
to get some cold medicine."
"It don work. I tried id myself en you can see da good id did me.
No Andy. You hab a much bigger problem for me to helb you wit.
Phaaaaaaaaaaaat!" The wizard said as he blew his nose again.
"Well, I have big problems at work but I don't see what that has
to do with you much less what you could do about them. "
"I told you, I am a wizzer. Belieb me when I tell you I can helb
you.
"Yeah right! Some wizard. You can't even get rid of a common cold
or get my name right. How could you possibly get rid of my
problems at the office."
"Jus becauz I cand get rid ob da code dudn't mean dat I cand helb
you, Bill. My magic is still good. Ib you wan to ged ahead you
god to drezz for succezz. Phaaaaaaaaaaaat! Phaaaaaaaaaaaat! Now,
wad do you wan, Ed?"
"Basil, Like I keep saying, my name is Basil and what I want is
to be where I belong and that's in the corner office. I want what
I was told would be mine. Everything that bitch has should be
mine. I want to be in where she is. I want everything to get back
to normal. I want to feel perfectly normal. That's where I
belong. I earned it, she didn't and that's what I want. I want
her back where she belongs. That's what I want.
Then Basil heard it again but smaller and definitely more
feminine. Another 'AAAACHOOO!' came from somewhere in the back of
the shop followed shortly by the sound of someone blowing their
nose. When all the commotion finally stopped a very pretty young
girl slowly staggered from the back room and headed towards the
counter shuffling her feet and sniffling all the way the same as
the old man had done just minutes before. When she reached the
counter he stood there with a small box in her hand. "Is dis wad
you wanted bozz? AAAACHOOO!
"Dats id. Here Charley, try dis da next time you go to work."
Basil gave up telling the old man his name and took the small box
from him and opened it up. "What's this? It looks like a woman's
lapel pin."
"Ids a very old diamon stickpin. You wear id in your necktie juz
like dat famouz Diamon Jim Brady guy. Ids sure to make you da
succezz you wan when people see id. Ids sure to ged you jus wad
you wand. Jus be sure to pud id in your necktie end nod your
lapel. Dat will be one huner dollars, Jim." Basil paid him and
put the small box in his pocket.
As Basil left the shop he heard another loud sneeze from the
wizard. He turned around just in time to see a slight shimmering
of the store in front of him like looking at a reflection in a
lake and then the shop was gone. He found himself standing in
front of the drug store again. Basil thought to himself 'Sure
glad I got out of there before he sneezed. Who knows where I
would be right now if I hadn't. Hey! The shop just disappeared!
That old man really was a wizard! Maybe this thing will work
after all.'
The next morning Basil got up and dressed in his best suit with
his best silk power tie. He carefully put the diamond stickpin in
the tie and checked himself out in the mirror. It really did look
good. An old fashioned touch of class. He wasn't so sure what
affect this would have on his career but it did look good. Maybe
that would help a little bit.
When he showed up for work it didn't take long for everyone to
notice his new diamond stickpin. He received many positive
comments especially from the women. They seemed to really notice
the large diamond flashing against the dark color of his silk
tie. It was about ten o-clock when he got the call to report to
Miss Emery's office. He presented himself to her secretary and he
told Basil to have a seat and wait for her to call him in. After
sitting there for ten minutes or so he was paged and shown to her
door. He went in and closed the door behind him. She was
shuffling some papers on her desk while he stood and patiently
waited. He knew all the activity was just for show and to let him
know how important she was by making him wait for her to finish
with the papers.
When she finished she looked up at him and smiled. Then she took
a long hard look at the diamond stickpin in his tie. Her look
became quite serious as she said, "That isn't a real diamond is
it? It's just a cheap zirconium stone, right?"
Basil said, "Oh no. It's quite real. It's a genuine four-carat
blue-white diamond in a platinum filigree setting. A very old
piece. Quite valuable too." He smiled as he watched her squirm
almost undetectably.
She looked at him with a very serious look on her face and said,
"I think that stickpin is far to flashy for office wear. If what
you say is true it should be worn only on special occasions."
While she was talking she got up and walked around her desk to
stand in front of Basil. As she continued to speak she reached
out and quickly removed the stickpin from Basil's tie and held it
up to examine it. "I think you may be right. This does look quite
real. I'll just hold it for safe keeping until quitting time. You
may leave now. I'll see you at five."
"Excuse me Miss Emery, but that is mine and you have no right
removing it from my tie and certainly no right to keep it until
five o-clock. I want it back right now."
She just smiled and walked over to a mirror and started to put
the pin in her left lapel. She started to say something but there
was a flash followed by a moment of disorientation and Basil
found himself standing in front of the mirror sticking his
stickpin in his lapel. But it wasn't his lapel, it was her lapel!
He was moving her hand and he looked up to see her face reflected
back at him. Basil looked up and down the reflection in the
mirror and started to have a panic attack when he heard his own
voice say, "If that will be all Miss Basil, I'll see you at five
o-clock."
Miss Basil turned and looked at the body that was hers just
moments before and said, "Yes, that will be fine Emery. Get those
letters typed and in the mail today. See you at five o-clock and
thank you again for loaning me your stickpin till then." He
thought to himself, 'Why aren't I upset? I should be about ready
to pass out or scream or something but I feel like this is
perfectly normal. Like I belong here. Wait! That's what I told
the old man. I wanted everything to feel normal.' He turned back
to the mirror and smiled again. 'Not exactly what I had in mind
but for some reason I don't mind it. It must be part of the
magic. And she, or rather he, is where she belongs too. It all
worked out almost like I wanted it to but this way the people at
corporate still get their politically correct woman in the job.'
Miss Basil sat down at her desk and looked over the position
assignments in the office and started to get things back to the
way they belonged. It would take awhile to straighten out the
mess that had been made but she knew she was the right woman for
the job.
Back at his desk, Emery was thinking that maybe someday he would
have a corner office but he'd only been there a little over a
year and there would be time for that in the future.
Meanwhile, at a mall in Lubbock, Texas the wizard and his
assistant were feeling much better with the warmer and dryer
climate. Their colds are almost gone and the wizard has that old
gleam back in his eye as a young man who wants to find true love
approaches the door. But that's another story.
Wizzer's Cold 4/26/2001, Persephone
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