Joe and Kevin (part 1) - Spoilt for Choice

Joe Bloggs was spoilt for choice and yet was undecided on what to wear.

Having had the fortune, or misfortune – depending on one's point of view – of accidentally returning to life after death and being transmogrified into an individual by the name of  Kevin Finklebrick  (www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/upon-my-soul)
he now had at his disposal all of his alter ego's possessions.

He looked at the vast stylish collection of suits inside Kevin Finklebrick's wardrobe and examined the labels of expensive suits by fashion designers like Prada and Brunello Cucinelli, among others, and sighed.

He would have liked to have his old clothes; well worm casual trousers and jacket, a cotton shirt and his favourite tie with a nude lady on the front that always caused hilarity and lewd comments in the Fox and Hounds, his local pub.

But this choice was denied to him because they had been incinerated when he originally shuffled off his mortal coil.

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Every day he was learning more and more about his other persona.
Apparently, he was a non-executive president of a big corporation only expected to give advice on policymaking but as he was good at delegating, as well as being lazy, he left his deputy to carry out the task and spent a lot of time on other pursuits.

He was living in a penthouse bought by the organization he worked for and regularly receiving fat bonuses.

Even though he was pampered by such luxury, Joe still hankered for his previous simple lfe.

He missed the game of darts with his friends and the numerous pints of best bitter that oiled the dart-throwing hand.

No one had told him that he wasn't free to live as he wished, so he chose to use his own initiative.

Went to a charity shop and acquired a set of second-hand clothes; he could not possibly enter the Fox and Hounds dressed in a designer suit. He would be the talk of the town.

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The pub was empty apart from Mavis, the buxom barmaid whom Joe had been after for ages without success.

“Wotcha, Joe”, said, “You look to have lost a bit of weight, have you been exercising at the gym?”

He looked a bit of alright, she thought. Refusing to lose her cherry to him had been her weapon of choice to press him to commit himself and now, seeing his bulging muscles, she regretted not having acted sooner.

Joe thought it odd that she recognised him and was accepting he was alive because his demise had been well publicised.

He had a quick half to clear his head but decided that further thought was required in order to proceed with his plan.

He had a reputation to maintain, so before leaving he pinched Mavis's bottom.

“I'll be back”, he said aping Arnold Scharwzenneger.

© Luigi Pagano 2022