The weather was cold and grey, which went perfectly with the surreally authentic security guard uniform I was wearing. Reeking of polyester, I stepped out of the change room, ready for my very first shift. It was strange, I felt weird and my shoes were a size too small for me. Not a good thing when you’re planning on walking around and around and around and around Wimbledon tennis grounds. The first five minutes were ok. I was mildly amused by the fact that I was somewhere I had seen on TV. I’m not a tennis fan though and my mild amusement soon melted into the immaculately kept grounds. Within fifteen minutes, I’d made my way around the tennis courts for the fifth time. I had another 7 and ¾ hours of the day left and three months of work ahead of me. Just how many times would I have to walk around this place? My brain quickly did a side step and persuaded my body to dash into the change rooms. I chucked my plastic uniform to the wind and made for the nearest bus stop. Sometimes I daydream about what happened after I left। Like a “disguarded” uniform, that sparked a revolution amongst security guards worldwide. And an urban legend of the girl who vanished fifteen minutes into her shift, told to scare the hell out of rookie guards. Mostly I just smile away the guilt and tell myself, you were never meant to guard that well kept grass.
Really cool...:-)
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