Blue is Back

Blue is Back (PM xxxvi)

Blue is Back!

God, I love that cat!

If I'm working really

hard, it's because the guys

upstairs

are working even harder.

I would bash in the face

anyone who tried to convince

me of that.

A short time as a "rat dodger" I

have come to notice a few

things.

When a "boss" drops the stuff off

himself he invariably tries to pass

himself or herself off as a hard

done by soul who has to work so

hard to keep food on the table.

As the exhaust from their Lexus,

BMW or Mercedes wafts into my

surroundings and I point to the

"Turn Off Your Engine" sign,

I have come to notice the presence

of golf clubs in the trunk under

all the mail.

I then also notice that these people

are not dressed in the traditional

three-piece suit

these having been replaced by

orange pants and

L'Acoste alligator embroidered

golf shirts.

The look of forlornness and

desperation is probably due to

worrying about the one o'clock

tee-off time and not whether the

mail will reach its' intended

customer in time for the back to

school sale.

A loose comment regarding the

beauty of the weather in relation to

the grand game of golf earned me

a sigh and a confession that there

had not been too much time for any

kind of fun this summer.

This person did not clean his

equipment well and his clubs were

well covered with fresh dirt.

Considering whether or not to ask

him if he needed a new caddie

I let him remain in his remorse,

and his good nature for not

rubbing his good fortune

in my face.

MCC