Brotherly Love Makes the World go Round

 

It was Thursday. A thirsty thursday. I’d been in the sun for most of the day so I was parched. I was nursing a cold one, a glass of cold water, and I saw two people talking by the front window. By their coordinating widows peaks I gathered they were siblings. Never one to miss an eavesdroportunity I grabbed a dish rag from behind the bar and made my way to the window to scrub around.

 

Dirty Jeans: You call her.

Satchel: I always call her, she’s your mom too!

Dirty Jeans: I’m well aware- I just couldn’t possibly call today. I’ve got a ton on my plate. A ton.

Satchel: If by plate you mean my suitcase- then yeah. How'd you manage to shove all that crap in there? I can’t believe I gave you my extra ticket to salt lake. This could have been such a  nice, quiet weekend.

Dirty Jeans: For your information, my personal organizer business is really starting to gain traction. I’m even shopping it around for a TLC show. No bites there yet… but it’ll come along. And you wouldn't be having nearly as much fun if you were alone out here.

Satchel: You always think I have more fun when you’re around- I don't like brushing my teeth with you! It’s hard to talk with hot minty foam in your mouth. Sometimes I just want some private time! Go stand on the other side of the bar.

Dirty Jeans: Fine- I will- and I’ll wait patiently for my apology.

Satchel: OK i’m sorry! I’m sorry your business sucks.

Dirty Jeans: It does not suck- it’s just hard to convince people to let a complete stranger sort through their valuables.

Satchel: Mom’s calling…

Dirty Jeans: BYE- I’ve gotta run.

 

That’s when the brother jumped up and ran out. He left bag at the table, so really the joke was on him. There was some nice stuff in there. Who travels with an electric toothbrush? I guess I do now.