the smuggler’s bible

Lencho

The really bad part isn’t counting change. Neither is it gift wrapping nor smiling for eight hours straight.

Worst of all is the conversion. It’s like winding the guillotine’s crank, then scampering up the platform to lay your own neck on the block.

Do you have a membership with us?

Lencho wounds himself by asking. Faces harden. Ice crystals form. The customer will reject him and resent him for making them do it.

Unless, god forbid, they accept. These grinning psycopaths like being kicked. They like to make someone kick them. And the wretched dance has a million thumping steps.