Career Day
“Good work today, Boys,” Bud Peptide said to his sons, Spud and Pud. “We finished plowing the back 40. You fellas deserve a reward.”
Bud pulled some bills from his wallet and handed them to Spud.
“Head into town and buy yourselves your first drink at the Short Twig Saloon.”
The brothers rode into town, burst through the saloon door and bellied up to the bar.
“Two beers,” Spud said to the bartender.
The bartender looked the boys over.
“Can’t you read?” he said, pointing to the sign on the door. “NO MINORS!”
“We’re not miners,” Pud said. “We’re farmers!”
From Guest Contributor Lee Hammerschmidt
Lee is a Visual Artist/Writer/Troubadour. He is the author of the short story collections, A Hole Of My Own, It’s Noir O’clock Somewhere, For Richer or Noirer, Flash Wounds, and Pulp Stains. Check out his hit parade on YouTube!
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