Well, the boys have made it to Buddy’s Buck’s Pass Bar (no Grille) and now they’re safe and dry… Hmmm. “Dry” may not be the right term for what they’re gonna get.
But, now things are gonna get all better, I’m sure. Out of the storm, They’ve got a clean, happy place to be, the hotel’s just up the road a tad, there’s entertainment and refreshments… Seriously, what could go wrong?
Well, it’s been a while.
Sorry about that. I honestly had no idea so many things were going to burst in upon me like that, and something had to give.
So… Back to the story. The rain continues unabated, and our heroes (Durnell, Ziggy, and Clem) have been driving in the driving rain for hours to get to a spot that was supposed to be an easy jaunt. Oh, well… That’s a road trip for you. Ziggy knows the way, so they’ll be fine.
Just fine…”Providence permittin’ and the creeks don’t rise”, as the local folk say.
So, things are piling up for the guys.
Problems with navigation, problems with language, problems with optical acuity… and gastrointestinal integrity. Problems with interpersonal communication and patience…
Nothing a good therapist couldn’t work them through, given a few weeks of sessions and proper insurance.
Well, the guys seem to have made up their minds after carefully weighing the alternatives.
The alternatives apparently are “which way to spell two names that sound exactly alike”?
Frankly, it’s hard to see why Clem is even concerned. See?
Everybody seems to be on the same wavelength.
That’s so sweet.
Clem’s got himself discharged, if you believe his story.
And he’s a resourceful man. Of course he’s going to make sure he’s got a handy pair of eyes… so long as he’s got something to lord over Durnell. I’m sure if he had to rely on charm to find some more agreeable companion, he could have done so. But let’s face it. He’s decided that Durnell owes him, and who’s going to argue with the man? No one, while he’s armed with bear spray and a bad attitude, that’s who.
She can be forgiven for assuming, by his tone and his words, that Clem is Durnell’s father.
I mean, they have that kinda vibe at the moment.
It won’t last.
I think Clem sees the strong position he’s negotiating from.
Do you suppose that the blank stare is better than burning eye contact when talking salary? On the other hand, you don’t have to put up with the blank stare or the burning eye contact of the prospective boss if you can’t see those looks… and it’s his fault in the first place that you can’t see those looks.
Of course, doing simple things like making phone calls might get tricky. Maybe the prospective boss would be kind enough to help you out with that! Maybe he’d look up the number for a lawyer or two for you while you’re in the hospital and have gauze over your chemically burned eyes. What a nice guy.
Some of us know- you don’t let your friends get into that ambulance alone. You go with them, no matter what.
Chances are, if you let them go away in the ambulance unaccompanied, you’d realize moments after they turned out of sight that your dear, dear friend probably has the dang car keys in HIS pocket.
When Ziggy needs to talk to you, you’re gonna get talked to.
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