“BRRRING.”
“Igor?”
“Yes!”
“Ehh, Igor.”
“What, Bruno?”
“You know what, Igor.”
“No, but will you please tell me soon?”
“You know, I’m here in Shoreview at Market Ice trying to install some panels, but you know what they said, Igor?”
“No, but let me guess. They said they don’t want you to install any panels. Right?”
“Yeah!” How did you know that?”
“Well, Albert Einstein, you’re supposed to be up North, in Shorewood, not down South, in Shoreview, and at Marketwise, not at Market Ice!”
“Ah! So that’s why they don’t want me around here.”
“You catch on quickly.”
“Igor”
“Yeah?”
“Should I go to Marketwise now?”
“What do you think?”
“Well, its kind of late and I don’t feel like driving all the way up North anymore. Can I just go home and drive there tomorrow?”
“No. Wrong guess! Guess again!”
“You want me to drive to Marketwise now?”
“Bingo! Now you’re on the right track! And Bruno, one more thing…”
“Yeah?”
“Make it quick or don’t bother calling me, again, for anything! Do you get that?”
“Yes, I do! I’ll be there in half-an-hour. Bye, Igor”
Igor flipped the switch on his portable, swung it around once, and returned it to its pocket holder.
Any day is a good day for some ass-kicking, and tomorrow it would be the same.
Igor turned off his computer, grabbed his jacket and snug out five minutes ahead of anyone else.
"Harley Davidson, you’re my man. Thank you for the good rides you bless me with everyday!" He mumbled to himself.
Right behind him was the brat from purchasing, wishing she could wipe that shit-ass grin from his face just once in her life time.
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