“Look her Mister Bubba,” Ms Turnapple was standing in Bubba’s face and she was mad.
“What can I do for you?”
“I have had enough of this nonsense. I demand my money back, because I’m leaving.”
Well, soon the whole group was demanding their money back and finally Bubba had to give in.
“Folks, y’all paid fer three nights. You spent one night and had breakfast served. Plus, one third of it is non-refundable, per our a-greement. I will refund one third of y’all’s money. I thank that would be fair, right?”
In less than thirty minutes, the whole group was gone and they were all walking toward town. I guess they expect to find an airport or bus station there. Well, this was their week for surprises, because we had neither. Bubba, on the other hand, was sitting on the porch to his mobile home with a smile on his face.
“I am sorry things didn’t turn out right Bubba. I told you in the beginning it would be difficult and most likely wouldn’t work out.” I took a seat beside him.
“Not work out? Why Mule I’m surprised at you. I still made five thousand dollars, not to mention other profits yet to be decided.”
“How do you figure to make more money off of those folks Bubba? I mean, well, they’ve already left.” I was dumbfounded to say the least.
Bubba stood, stretched, and scratched where it itched. He smiled, looked at me, and said, “Willy Eugene, Jimmy Lee, Jim Bob, and Gary Dean are taking them folks to the big city. There will be a small transportation fee of course. Half of which belongs to Bubba’s Dud Ranch.”
I could see it all in my minds eye. See, all of those men owned flatbed hay trucks. Bubba had done it again.
“Mule?” Bubba was facing me and had a very serious look in his eyes once again. “I been a-thinkin’ some. What do ya know ‘bout ‘puter repairs? Cain’t be no harder than a truck engine, right?”
Without a word, I turned and walked away.
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