Ten – part 20.

‘I used to work here,’ says the Bearded Man. ‘Many years ago. A tour guide. Great job. I loved it. Lived for it. I used to be a bus driver before that. Loved that to but the job here was magic. But I got a bit careless. I like my whisky. I like the older ones. But my favourite is still the ten year old. Magic. I used to take a few bottles home. Not much. Not that I didn’t deserve them. After all I was the best tour guide they had. People told me that. Anyway someone grassed up on me. A visitor. A backpaker.’ He growls as he says the word. ‘ Spotted me collecting my bottles from my little hide and asked someone how many bottles the tour guides got to take home? Dropped me right in it. Fired. Me?’ He spits on the floor. ‘I told them that I’m the best guide they ever had and how could they possible lose me. I took them to tribunal. Well that failed. My next-door neighbour phoned them the day before and told them about my collection of whisky. Louse. The police found my stash at home and next thing I’m up in court. A few bottles that’s all I took. Well maybe more than a few.’

‘Three months I did in BarL. Three months and not a hope in hell of me working again. All because of a nosey backpacker.’

‘I spent a year working on my revenge.’

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