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Bobby Joe and Bubba Debrief

John W. Pinkerton


Bobby Joe and Bubba assumed their regular barstool  positions for their late afternoon debriefing of their work days.

“How’d it go today?”

“It was a wonderment.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Well, the damned big slider monster broke down first thing this mornin’.”

“Get ‘er fixed?”

“Yeah, finally.  I thought we would never get her goin’, but Bob saw the problem and got it goin’ again.  Bob’s really good.  How ‘bout your day?”

“Smooth as a baby’s behind.”


“Hell, no.”

They sat silent for a moment staring into the magical foam of their beers which seemed to calm each man.

“You know, Bubba, this beer is way too cheap.  It needs to keep up with Uncle Joe’s inflation.  That’s all I hear about from Betty Jean---groceries cost too much, gas costs too much.  Well, I guess if it wasn’t for inflation, she’d be complaining ‘bout me.”

“Now, Bobby Joe, obviously we need to kill oil---it’s evil, you know.”

“Yeah, and, Bubba, I’m thrilled we’re getting all these folks from South America and Mexico and every other shithouse country in the world.  I need my yard mowed.”

“Oh, yeah, Bobby Joe, I hear brother Biden plans to hire 87,000 new IRS agents, and they must be willing to carry firearms and shoot folks.”

“Yeah, he says he’s going after all those tax cheats making over $400,000 a year.

Bobby Joe and Bubba both laughed.

“Lord, I’m hungry.  I hope Billie Jean has something on the table when I get home.”

“Bobby Joe, you know damned well she will.”

“See you after work tomorrow.  Be careful now.”