The AC’s fixed
now and I was wondering if I should show the bill it to Harry. But hearing his phone slam down into its cradle in his office
made me think the better of it.
I’d already given
my thanks to Jake as he packed up and waved goodbye. I’m ashamed to say I’d sort of had to pressure him to come
out to NIMR to find the glitch and fix it. So with the bribe of pizza, beer, and two well in advance tickets to the Super
Bowl under his belt, he’d acquiesced.
Jake and I had hit it
off right away a few weeks prior when I found his name in the Yellow Pages. Chip had drafted me to cat sit for a weekend that
he’d be out of town. I didn’t have to stay overnight, just feed his
unappreciative fur balls. Don’t get me wrong. ‘Uncle Lee’ (I’d been made an ‘Uncle’ the
moment Chip decided I had ‘sucker’ stamped on my forehead); I just didn’t get all mushy about them like
some folks. Oh, while there’s nothing quite like watching cats play, or hear them purr, (that’s been proven to
help lower blood pressure) I was not impressed when his furry friends decided that ‘now’ would be a good time
to pounce on my lap, when I’d just sat down with a fresh mug of coffee, causing me to spill the hot brew all over my
jeans, not to mention splattering Chip’s imported chair. I could have sworn
the kitty culprits were laughing.
Nor was I happy when
they yowled like banshees when I removed, (with the claw marks to prove it) killed, and disposed of the snake they’d
found in the garage. Garden variety or not, I do not like snakes and was sure Chip wouldn’t want his cats eating one.
Still, when Chip’s
AC went out there was no way I was going to leave his feline friends to suffer. Hence,
the Yellow Pages and the ‘emergencies welcome’ repairman.
But I digress. Suffice
it to say; when the heat in NIMR got so bad that we were dripping sweat onto its clean polished floors, it was time to call
in reinforcements for our ineffective maintenance crew. Namely Jake.
I would have thought
the repaired AC would have cooled Harry’s temperament by now. (He’s very grouchy when he’s uncomfortably
hot), and I’d had to warn the lingering staff to stay clear) I almost wished we were back in a cold snap. Until I remembered
Now that was a mad scientist
we’re well rid of. He cost me the life of one of my men, and God only knows how accidents or exposure to the killer
blizzard were fatal due to him. In a nutshell, he was toying with some new kind
of nuclear weaponry. It even altered the Gulf Stream, which made for the weird weather. It was snowing in Florida! In the
middle of the summer!
But Nelson figured it
out, and with a little help from me and my landing
party (hey, it’s not pride; there’s no ‘I’ in teamwork), he managed to destroy Crugers’s weapons,
which were offshore his uncharted islan, and now the Gulf Stream’s back on course. The weather’s back to normal
“Lee? Lee! Where the devil are you!” the familiar voice hollered.
responded obediently. I almost always call Harry ‘Sir’ for those special moments.
“The damn AC’s
working too well! The lab just called. Its just ruined all of my tropical specimens!”
Sometimes you just can’t