Bummer
by John Brooke
“Good
lord, is that you Al?” Tom Huff shouted
across the railroad car as the train clicked
clacked away from Manhattan.
“Sure as
hell is. What’s up, you look a bit peaked.
Sit here Tom.”
Tom crossed
over to Al. “Hey, old buddy, don’t get
up.” they shook hands and Tom sat down.
“Meeting you on a train like this reminds me
of old times.”
“Yah,
seems it was only yesterday…”
“Hell, it
was a thousand yesterdays!”
“Mister,
we had some wild high times rolling in the dough,
trading. Heck, don’t you miss your end of
the year bonus!”
“Remember
when we used to say ‘have your girl call my
girl and we’ll do lunch.”
“Righto!
Now my girl’s a call girl, and I lunch in a
dumpster!”
“You
always were the lucky one!”
The train
whistle roused them from their reveries as it
slowed to a stop. Al stood up in his filthy
patched Savile Row tailored suit. It matched
Tom’s former Wall Street attire perfectly
“This is where I get off.”
He slid the
boxcar door open. Jumping down he yelled up to
Tom. “Have your call girl, call my call girl,
they can afford to do lunch!”
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