Day CXXXVlll

Ya gots a job

     There were four or five regulars at the bar, and they couldn’t believe their ears nor what they were seeing.

      “Pat wat has ya in ya bea, man? We be hasing a mass hallucinatation…a miwage hea!”

     “He hee hee…haw haw haw!” Everybody cracked up a bit, and the place was full of mirth for a moment.

     “Well if yar on the up on up, then congrats, let me buy ya da next one!”

     “Henry, lemme shake yar hand…and good luck to ya lad!”

   As Ted leaned on the bar from his stool, he looked Henry in the eye for a long moment, he scratched his chin, pulled on his ear, and then asked,

     “Is ya woiking, kid?”

     “No Sir, but I’m looking though.” Henry responded.

     “Well if yar serious, come on up tada gas station an look me up. Ya won’t gits rich, but y’all have some honest spendoodits in yar pockets, an if yar inasted, I’ll even teecha wat Oi knows bout kars!”

     “Which ain’t much, Henry!” some one blurted out.

     “He hee heee!” Ted slowly chanted.

     “When doya wants me up da?!”

     “Is Monday too soon fer ya?”

     “Monday it is then, sir.” He responded.

     “Two more beas hea, Pat!” Ted cried out.

     As the bar became full, Henry disappeared, he left and didn’t show up all weekend. On Monday he showed up at the Gulf station, found Ted in his office, and asked,

 

     “Wuz ya serious bouda job, Sir?”

     “If yar ready to staht, then ya needs ta change, I gots extra coveralls in one adem lockers ina back. But, foist fill out diz hea W2, and ya can get stahted. Then as he shook his hand, he said, Ya gots a job me boy…an ya kin calls me Ted.”