Remote Survey! Episode Two: Getting My Feet Wet

I never knew the afterlife was like Communism.

Fifteen minutes had passed since the clipboard clattered to the floor; the valley-girl having left as quickly as she came. Although I was most-eager to make sure things were buttoned-up on my end to get the most lucrative client, I had been forced to the back of the line by the degenerates surrounding me. If it wasn’t for my decades of experience in fucking the entire planet over, I would have already lost my cool. Winding up in “the unfair, electric chair.” More like election chair.