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 “I hate Labor Day,” said Doc, sucking down yet
another cup of coffee at the Mule Barn Coffee Shop.
“Ain’t here yet,” said Dud, reaching for the jelly packets. “Soon
though, I guess.”
“Few days,” said Steve. “Doc, what do you have against Labor Day?”
Doc sighed. “I always have to work. I thought someone invented Labor
Day so no one would have to work. Labor Day’s about my busiest day
of the year!”
“You’re kidding. It’s a national holiday, why would you have to
work? People go fishing, go bowhunting, take the family water
skiing, Climb mountains. Fun stuff.”
Doc sighed again in case the fellow members of the World Dilemma
Think Tank didn’t catch the first sigh.
“So what happens when everybody else doesn’t go to work, but goes
out to have fun?” Doc said. He counted on his fingers … “Remove fish
hooks from thumbs, set broken arms when someone falls off an alp,
patch up car crash victims, treat food poisoning after the teenaged
son fixes the sandwiches … you name the fun, someone’s going to make
me pay for it.
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“That’s not the worst of it,
either,” Doc said. “You guys believe in the power of suggestion?”
We just sat there looking
stupid.
“I sure do. How many women in this little valley are due to deliver
babies in the next month.”
He looked around. “The answer is nine.”
“And since there’s a Labor Day coming up, when do you think they’ll
start contractions? That’s right. Some will be early, some have been
trying to wait until the time is right. And that would be Labor Day.
I hate Labor Day!”
“Sorry, Doc,” said Herb. “I’ll get your breakfast this morning.”
See, somehow national holidays seem to bring out the best in us all.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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