It was a Pabst Blue Ribbon Day…

I was out washing my Benefactor’s driveway.  He was standing out in the yard talking to me as he drank another beer.  It was making me nervous.  I wasn’t much up for small talk today.  Ah, the rigors of working a job.

“Don’t you need to get in out of this heat?” I asked him concerned.

His face was bright beet red.  He looked like a heart attack about to happen at any moment.  Just then my phone rang in my pocket. 

“Hello?” I asked answering the phone as I turned off the power washer.

“What are you doing?” Kim asked.

“I am trying to get up some money to take you out to the movies this weekend,” I replied.

She laughed telling me what a gentleman I was.

“All that work for me?” she asked.

“Well, I have my moments,” I told her. “I need to get back to work.  I will call you tonight.”

I hung up the phone when my Benefactor asked who that was nosily.  I told him it was my new girlfriend.

“For God’s sake! Don’t get married!” he replied vehemently.

I burst out laughing.  For some reason, it struck me as so funny the way he drunkenly exclaimed that.  It was as if I was dealing with the bubonic plague or something.

I finished up my work and my Benefactor paid me my $25 dollars.  It was a easy job although I would have much preferred to do it in quiet silence only to the drone of the power washer.  You win some and you lose some was what I thought as I got in my car and drove home.  I smiled again at my Benefactor’s warnings of marriage as I drove.  He’s a good guy all in all, but a little too ambitious in his drinking habits.  It doesn’t make him a bad person.  Just another one of those fringe dwellers that seem to somehow fill my life.