Yayo Short 10: There is something to be said about a good Tea
A nice cool summer breeze rattled Yayo's hair, as she was sitting on the balcony of her third floor apartment. Beside her, a small but elegant marble table with a freshly brewed hot cup of peppermint tea.
Today had been a good day. She managed to catch a lot of fish. The more fish she was able to catch, the happier she was at the end of the day.
The room directly connected to the balcony was the living room. The TV was on; some News about a tragic explosion of a mechanical digger at some woods near the rocky mountains. 3 Lives were lost.
"A tragic explosion, huh," Yayo wondered while taking a sip from her cup," tragic for who? The only people who would find incidents like this tragic are the near relatives of the three deceased. The company does not give a shit, they are only focused on the ensuing PR Nightmare. And the rest of the people will forget about the incident after a day or so, and move on to the next 'tragic' incident they can pray over."
Yayo took another sip.
Praying was something Yayo thought was completely useless. The phrase: 'I will mention you in my prayers', is as vapid as a cloud of steam. It would be more honest if they had said: 'I will pretend to care about your loss for a few seconds, just to be polite.'
The bereaved don't need some words spoken into nothingness, they need their lost loved ones.
This was good peppermint. Yayo could tell the quality of the tea leafs very well. Though, she did wonder about the amount of children who had to work for it on some fields in some third world country in Africa. Maybe she should write an angry Facebook post about it. "How many Likes frees children from forced labour?" Yayo asked herself.
"Nevermind." Thought Yayo as she put the cup to her mouth again.
Coincidentally, "Forced Labour" was the name of a short-lived band Yayo had been the drummer of. She had not been a good drummer though, but that did not matter, the rest of the band was quite crap as well.
The vocalist had the voice of a road-killed frog, and the guitarist's guitar only could play one tone (mostly due to the fact it had only one string). "We still sold more tickets than Amy Schumer." said Yayo underhandedly. This memory made her giggle lightly.
The President of the RDC (Random Deforestation Company) was on TV as Yayo snapped out of her pleasant memories.
"I, President Iam G. Reedy, promise to all the people involved in this terrible incident and their relatives, that we will find the perpetrator who caused this awful explosion."
An interviewer interrupted the RDC President, asking how he can be sure that it was sabotage.
"Simple," the President responded," our machines are flawless. They never break on their own, so it must have been someone else's doing. And also, quite frankly, I don't want to take the blame myself. Thank You."
The RDC President walked off camera, followed by a barrage of camera flashes and reporters shouting questions.
"President uses deflect," whispered Yayo into her cup," it is very effective.
The warm tea felt good and Yayo and started to slightly doze off, when suddenly another Public Announcement by the RDC flashed on to the Television screen.
The RDC will reward 100.000 Dollars to the Person catching the perpetrator.
Yayo jumped up wide awake from her chair, and with a double flip through the balcony door landed in front of the TV.
"100.000 Dollars," repeated Yayo astonished," that is like almost 100.001 Dollars." With this amount of money, she could finally build her very own Fish store with a blue tiled floor.
As she turned off the TV, there was no tiredness left in her body. "I have to go to the Rocky Mountains!" Yayo exclaimed.
Like a flash on a wet summers night, she speeded into her closet, clothes flying everywhere, looking for her top-notch adventuring gear.
After basically emptying the dresser, she found her camouflage coloured hiking outfit and stuffed it into a backpack.
"There is no time to waste," Yayo was excited as all Hell now," I must find the trouble-maker, before some undeserving redneck from Oklahoma lands his hands on my 100.000 Dollars."
The road-runner would have been proud. Yayo exited her apartment faster than a dutch airplane pilot could lift off the runway. But not before finishing her tea, of course.
We don't want to waste a good peppermint tea after all.
To be continued...