Day CXLVl

Leprechaums

     Jay usually brought a sandwich for lunch, made tea with a little electrical pot he had in the office, and kept next to our coffee maker. Lunch in that area has always been expensive. One Friday afternoon when Jay came in, Angie greeted cheerfully him.

     “Hiya Jay, how ya doing, dude?”

     She had never done that before, so this threw him back a bit, but he smiled, and responded:

     “Why fine…thanks, how are you?”

     She got him into small chit chat, got him to talk about the weather, the Yanks who were really doing great that year, and were going to World Series. As a matter of fact, we had a pool for all the games, and honest I won them all. I couldn’t believe it. Talk about the luck of the Irish. Everybody in that warehouse was Irish, except Angie, Jacob, and meself. John cracked me up one day, because he wanted me to give the money back to the lads.

    “Tain’t fair yer winning alla games like dat, ya should give da lads their money back, man.”

    As if I could have cheated on the freaking pools. I picked my games just like everybody else. We all had the same odds. But it was I that had the leprechaums on my side.

     “Ya gotta be kiddking me, John!” I said.

     He thought about it, and came back with,

     “At least buy em a bea, or sompen, man. They’re hard working lads, ya na.”