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Fri Apr 08, 2005 at 12:26:05 am EDT
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"Just One Of Those Days" PART II
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When we last left Bob, he was pondering the two creatures that were sitting in his car while sipping a tall rootbeer at a gas station...

"I must be losing my mind," Bob thought to himself as he sucked down the last swig of his rootbeer and ordered another. Looking out at his car, he saw Bolt and Baste get out on the hood and look around in curious amusement. When they finally spotted where Bob was, they came running towards him looking quite jovial. "Oh crap,"Bob said aloud. "Here they come!"

"Here who come sir?" came the voice of the gas station attendant whom Bob had never really looked at until now. He was an old grey-haired man with what looked like a comb for a moustache. He looked very confused and was apparently blind to the sight of these fuzzy little creatures who were peering in through the glass door of the gas station.

"Them! Those... Animals at your door! Put on your glasses old man, and look at the bottom of your door." Bob was pointing directly at Bolt and Baste, at which, taking it for a rather strange custom of waving hello, they did the same thing.

"Hold on a minute, Sonny, my glasses are around here somewhere." The old man squatted behind the counter and started digging through dusty rubbage making lots of noise as he looked for his missing glasses. Just then, Bolt and Baste figured out how to open the door to the gas station and came charging in to chat with their new friend.

"What a backwards place this is!" said Bolt.

"Oh, yes! Very, very backwards! Why, their ground is in the air and their air is on the ground!" The two fuzzy creatures hopped up on the counter next to Bob and Baste continued, "Just where are we anyway?"

"Earth, I hope." Bob said with an increased sound of irritation in his voice. "Hey, old man, you can stop looking for your glasses, they're on your counter now."

The old man came up from behind the counter, covered in dust and cobwebs. It appeared that he had gone through a lot of things that had been there a while. Brushing a cobweb off his big round nose, he looked at Bob and said, as if discovering it for the first time himself, "Ya know what? I don't recall ever wearing glasses." He crossed one arm across his chest and rested his elbow on his hand and fiddled his mustache with the other and looked out the door. "Come to think of it, I don't recall the last time I got my eyes checked up on!" Then looking at Bob he asked sincerely, "Do you think I need 'em?"

Bob smacked his face and rubbed his brow in utter disbelief of what was happening. Pulling on his lip, so he wouldn't bite it, he let the frustration flow out, then he let go of his lip and said slowly, "In my opinion, I think you should have gone long ago." Then Bob pointed to Bolt and Baste and asked, "Do you see these two things? Have you ever seen anything like them before? Do you know where they come from?"

The man seemed to look right through Bolt and Baste and back at Bob. "So, what am I s'posed to see?" He asked as he scratched his head.

"You mean to tell me you can't see these little things here in front of you?!"

"Things?!" Bolt shouted in anger. "We are not things! We are jibbers! Probably the most evolved animal you will ever find in Frank!"

"Listen," Bob began to appologize, "I didn't mean to call you 'things.' What I meant was you two creatures." And as Bob began a debate with Bolt and Baste about what they were and what he was to call them from now on, the gas station attendant began to step slowly towards the phone.

"Hello? 911? This is Earl out in Buckeye Gas Station."

"Wait a minute, old man!" Bob began as he realized who Earl had just called. "I just want to know, can you, or can't you see my two little friends?"

Shaking, Earl looked past Bob and to the floor where he was pointing, then back to Bob and shook his head very slowly.

"Hello? Sir? Are you all right? Sir?" came the words of the operator over the phone.

Bob took the phone slowly from his trembling hands and answered for Earl, in his best old man voice he could muster up, "Yes ma'am. I was just checkin to see if this number still worked."

"Well, next time talk to a police officer instead of calling. Have a good day." Then the operator hung up.

"We'll just be leaving now."

"Y-you a-and your l-little friends?" Earl asked, quite shaken.

"Yes, we'll be going, all of us."

"R-remember to stop by again if y-your ever in the n-neighborhood." Earl said, still shaking as Bob went out of the door, closely followed by Bolt and Baste.

When they got in the car, Bob turned to them and said, "We've got to get you back to where you belong. Something just isn't right about all of this."

"Oh, I do agree," said Baste, and Bolt nodded.

Starting up his car, the whirring noise began to get higher in pitch. As they pulled out of the gas station, they soon found themselves floating through space.

"Now what?!" Bob yelled, scaring his new little friends.



To be continued....





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