The Author
Copyright© 2008 by dak
Chapter 3
I sat on the lawn sipping my Mojito, I had to admit I didn't like it very much either, minty alcohol wasn't a good idea. The man in the Hawaiian shirt sat silent with me, he occasionally hummed a tune I didn't know, I was deep in thought about his offer when he spoke up.
"You know I would buy that stock, grow a pair you pansy take a risk"
I looked over at him stunned
"What?!?"
He glanced at me
"Not you boy-o"
He turned his head and pointed at his ear, where sat a Bluetooth headset. I shook my head.
"you got to be kidding me"
He went back to his other conversation
"No Bob I am talking to this pansy I am making a job offer too"
He made the universal jerking off hand motion to me
"Pansy?!?!"
He looked at me
"Yeah mister poor me jump off a cliff boy"
I frowned at him
"Bob not you, fucker when did you jump off a cliff!?"
he was silent for a moment
"Oh you did, really, when was this? Wow you don't say ... what are the odds of that, worlds a quarky place aint it? Still a wanker move there Bob, what were you trying to accomplish anyway?"... "Wife died? Really Janets dead eh? Shame nice pair of tits though"
I looked at him wide eyed
"Yeah Bob but she's not your wife anymore so I can say it!"
I could almost hear the chatter on the other line
"Look Bob I don't have time for this right now Ill call you back"
He looked over at me
"You know his wife was a twat anyway, slept around on him, Heh screwed me twice! Really nice rack though, it's a shame"
I didn't even know how to respond to that
"Bob?!? You still on? How the hell do I turn this thing off? Oh wait there, ah hell I hate technology sometimes kid, This guy Bobs an idiot anyway, I am trying to get him to sink his life savings into this bogus stock, then I am gonna tank it."
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