“A cup and saucer is more appropriate. Someone who is supposed to be the head of the household should maintain decorum and you don’t.”
“C.W.,” I said, “don’t f … mess with me in the morning before I have had said coffee. And why do you look like that O'Reilly guy on TV, what’s his name?”
“Why do you call people by their last name only? Doesn’t that show disrespect? You certainly don’t act like a leader to me.”
It was hopeless. I drank my coffee in silence. He had started in early this morning for some reason. Anything I did, even the slightest gesture was grounds for disapprobation. It was annoying, even by C.W.’s standards.
“The fact that you didn’t answer me means you agree,” he said.
“Don’t you have a report to work on or something?”
“I suppose you are going to wear that awful cap today.” He was relentless.
“The one that has ‘Vietnam Veteran” on the front.”
“I may. Why?”
“It’s old and dirty and it brands you.”
“Brands me as what?”
“A loser. Your kind lost that war. A leader wouldn’t advertise that he was part of it.”
“You are beginning to annoy me.”
“Ronald Reagan never got annoyed at anything.”
“Except the Constitution.”
“There you go again. Disrespecting those past middle age or characteristic of later life.”
“You may never reach the status of ‘elderly’ if you keep it up.”
He didn’t miss a beat, just said, “I suppose you want to take the day off.”
“If it pleases you.”
“With so much to be done, you want to take the day off? That is unmanly.”
“Have you been analyzing the liquor cabinet again?”
“So what do you intend to do?”
I took a deep breath, counted to ten, and said, “If it is any of your business, I thought I might read.”
“George W. Bush didn’t waste his time reading.”
Oh, the temptation was there, but I took another breath. “Mind telling me what you are planning now?”
He seemed pleased with the question. “A job.”
“With whom? What kind of job?”
“In comedy, on this TV network, named after a small wild animal that is related to dogs and that has a long pointed nose and a bushy tail.”
“Fox ‘News,’ I said.
“That’s what I said.”
I ignored him. And what exactly will be your title?”
“Yes. They have several openings. My job is to monitor every move, even the slightest, that the President makes.”
The light began to shine. “And turn each slightest move into a …”
“Transgression,” he said. “The people have a right to know. Isn’t that great?” He actually saluted.
“I think I’ll have another cup of coffee.”
He beamed. “Too much coffee causes a leader to make snap decisions from a part of the alimentary canal, you know?”
“And speaking of the ‘gut,’ your Galactic Universal Translator …”
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“I know,” he said, “you think it needs adjusting. But I trust my GUT and besides.”
“It reflects poorly on a leader to demean a simple investigative reporter.”
Coffee. That was my only hope, more coffee.
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