The Mary Magdalene Bus - part 2

The Mary Magdalene Bus - part 2

The manager came into the back room also laughing.  I was not going to loose my job over this; apparently I wasn’t the first stock boy to be tortured on the Mary Magdalene bus.  He gave me an apron which covered most of the stains on my shirt and call a stock boy named Mike over.  Mike took one look at me, started laughing and said “Mary Magdalene bus.”  Was I really the only person who never heard of the Mary Magdalene bus?  The manager told Mike to give me a tour of the store and show me what to do.     

I worked at the grocery store for the next year and a half, until the store went out of business because it could not compete with the big supermarkets.  I never rode the Mary Magdalene bus again, I never called any of the phone numbers scribbled on my math homework; even though I thought about it a few times and to this day I hate the smell of most woman’s perfumes.