Friday, September 14, 2018

Good-"Idea"!?

 
Good-“idea”!?
 
Ole Clyde suffered from a self-chosen (some conclude: purposely-deceived)
dementia of dreaming the “better-life” stirring to volition in some deep, dark
recess of his psyche; “one”-day, soon---Clyde would run his own business! Wow!
 
For a kid who grew up “poor” (Hell! Everybody was “poor” in the time of his youth),
ole Clyde had within him that special-“spark”-of-ambition! A virtue lost on most.
 
Many express a “desire” for a better-life; a few actually act on the impulse.
Reckon! True-enough! That’s why they sell “Lottery”-tickets!---A…Chance!
Takes “little”-effort to buy a dollar “dream”; try “earning” the price-of-admission!
 
So? Our ole Clyde did the very best he could with what he had; took all the overtime
he could muster, built “nice” furniture in his basement at night. Spent his weekends
at the local “Flea-market” pedaling the designer-pieces. Saved his money! Wow!
 
Clyde’s brother, Billy-Bob, laughed at his siblings antics. Opening another of Clyde’s
beers, his fifth in an hour, Billy-Bob admonished, “Clyde! You’re one working-fool!”
 
When “genius”-brother Billy lost his job for being intoxicated while on-duty which
immediately led to his wife sued for divorce and his own (which he had often verbally questioned the validity of such assumption) children disowned him, ole Billy-Bob filed
for bankruptcy. He lost his car and his house---and, family…but, opened another beer!
 
When Billy moved into  brother-Clyde’s basement, the furniture-building enterprise
came to an abrupt end as Clyde’s tools disappeared. Oh! Sure enough! The “stupid”
insurance company paid-off and---dumb as they are…sent Billy away on paid vacation.
 
Being resourceful, ole Clyde got a 2nd job working nights at the local C-store. Voila!
 
No good deed goes unpunished!? Ole Clyde refused to gamble; not even a lottery ticket.
His delayed “Great-dream” still burned in his belly; Clyde was going to “make-it”! Big!
 
One night, a little-cutie came I for gas and a soda; she ordered a Lotto-ticket. When
Clyde totaled her bill, she began crying; she did not have enough money for the chance.
 
Nice guy that ole Clyde was, he told the dear-girl not to worry, he’d take care of it.
 
Taking too much time showing her verbal-gratitude to the kind man; she babbled on
until the time to cancel the errant ticket before the drawing ran out. Clyde was stuck!
 
Another patron came in to buy a ticket, but the draw-delay had already commenced.
 
Yep! Clyde won the “Jackpot”---$27-million with that mistake!...Billy has 5 ½ years to go!
Amen!


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