My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie Don't judge me! It was on sale! I can wear plaid purple pants if I want to, bitch! I can wear denim shirts and rainbow vests, and you don't get a goddamn say! And it's cheap! All cheap! So suck it! And that's how I got banned from a Goodwill after screaming at the cashier. This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.

You say that the mighty have fallen - well, I say you're brimming with shit. The mighty are sitting around this table right now. They've drunk your coffee. They've eaten your croissants and other buttery pastries that you bought at the café downstairs. They've taken a dump in your bathrooms and laughed about the smell. They may not be wearing armor or crisp, clean suits, but they're still running the operations around here. And all they had to do was shake your hand and give you a shiny gold badge to make you believe you'd beaten them.