Samm winced while watching his partner Gary, across the table, perspiring over his work, craning his red, irritated neck inside his collar and making grunting and snorting noises that sounded like he was moving his bowels, or god forbid, having sex. Maybe that’s life though, he thought, maybe you leave the naïve optimism of youth behind you and settle for what you can get, which in his case was a shitty job and lonely nights in one-horse towns throughout southern Wisconsin. He remembered when he’d felt inspired, even though he couldn’t quite remember what being inspired felt like.
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Samm wondered how his life got this way, recollecting vaguely a time when life seemed exciting, full of possibility, promise even.
Less than three hours into a four-day job Sam was ninety percent finished with the work and his boredom had reached such a pitch that he was now noting the times and directions of the Wisconsin Central-Canadian Northern freight trains as they rumbled along the tracks behind the bank. Samm noted this on a piece of scrap paper along with the word “northbound”. Sitting in a stale conference room at the back of the First Security Bank of Waunaukee Wisconsin working on an audit for the State Bank Examiners office he looked at his watch. Although in theory an event may occur, statistics have told us that in reality when the probability of an event occurring is very, very small, then there is essentially zero chance of it occurring.” This might occur once in the myriad of a billion years and therefore that rare occurrence might occur right now, but it won’t. We need only the patience to wait for the random vibrations of all the molecules from which the paper is composed to align in the upward direction. This, in fact, can occur and if we wait long enough it will occur. “It is as if we were to say that a book on a shelf will of its own accord jump upward.
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