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.