I Work With "Bubba"
I have heard of these people before. Red-necks, hill-billys, good-old-boys, what ever you want to call them, but I had never had the dubious pleasure to actually meeting one before. Now, not only have I met one...I get to work with one. For some reason the fore-man of our crew puts me and (we shall call him Bubba) together...alot. It isn't bad per se. I am actually morbidly curious, and want to know what makes the natives around here tick. So far I have come to the conclusion that it doesn't take much. Mainly beer. At least that is all I can gather from their conversation. When Bubba isn't blaring his country music or cussing up a storm, he mainly talks about beer.
Short story. We were driving the other day from the job site to where we park our cars and he stops at a gas station to run in "for a sec". He comes out with a little brown paper bag. I ask him what is contained in "yonder brown paper bag", and I get a sly grin. Well, as sly as they get down here. Ok, we are only 5 minutes from the cars, so I am guessing that he will wait to consume what is in the bag until then. I am sadly mistaken. He pulls back onto the road, with his bigbeatuppickuptruck (big surprise here) and OPENS THE CAN OF BEER. Maybe where you are from this is a normal occurance...to me this came as a complete shock. I am now praying that I can just get to my car in one piece. Picture if you can, a shirtless man, driving a peice of...truck, talking on a cell phone, drinking a beer. All at once. Now picture me on the other side of the cab. Seat-belt firmly fixed about my body, hanging on to the door for dear life, watching in horror as this...this person tries to get us home in one piece. He did a fairly good job of it...which scares the crap out of me...because this means that he has had alot of practice. Too much.
Oh, well. I am alive. I really like Bubba as a person. He is a pretty funny guy. Lazy as all get out, but a likable character. As long as he keeps getting me home in one piece. The day I come home in more pieces then that, I am going to be slightly irritated to say the least...
I have only been working for four days...I am excited to see that will traspire in the next few weeks.
Short story. We were driving the other day from the job site to where we park our cars and he stops at a gas station to run in "for a sec". He comes out with a little brown paper bag. I ask him what is contained in "yonder brown paper bag", and I get a sly grin. Well, as sly as they get down here. Ok, we are only 5 minutes from the cars, so I am guessing that he will wait to consume what is in the bag until then. I am sadly mistaken. He pulls back onto the road, with his bigbeatuppickuptruck (big surprise here) and OPENS THE CAN OF BEER. Maybe where you are from this is a normal occurance...to me this came as a complete shock. I am now praying that I can just get to my car in one piece. Picture if you can, a shirtless man, driving a peice of...truck, talking on a cell phone, drinking a beer. All at once. Now picture me on the other side of the cab. Seat-belt firmly fixed about my body, hanging on to the door for dear life, watching in horror as this...this person tries to get us home in one piece. He did a fairly good job of it...which scares the crap out of me...because this means that he has had alot of practice. Too much.
Oh, well. I am alive. I really like Bubba as a person. He is a pretty funny guy. Lazy as all get out, but a likable character. As long as he keeps getting me home in one piece. The day I come home in more pieces then that, I am going to be slightly irritated to say the least...
I have only been working for four days...I am excited to see that will traspire in the next few weeks.
posted by Original Blog-surfer | 2:03 PM
4 Comments:
Great description. There are probably more Bubbas around than we realize.
This is true. Bubba is everywhere.
Sadly, I know a lot of people like that here in WV.
You are more then welcome shortcake...I am sure that they would be more then happy to have you here!
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