Left Behind

There's this fella that hangs out down at the local tavern, The Waterin' Hole. Just sits there most days. They showed up 'round four years back, give or take.Doesn't drink, except water.They're the talkative kind. Know-it-all. One day my buddy was in there complaining to the barkeep 'bout how his truck was sputterin' and making a heck of a racket. Just backfirin' and shit. Doesn't that fella just turn to him and start listin' off ways to deal with problem. My buddy, he'd tried everything and been to two garages so advice from a water-drinkin' stranger at the tavern wasn't gonna hurt nothin'.Well, wouldn't you believe it, my buddy saw me the next day and couldn't shut up about how some guy at the tavern helped him fix his truck? Buddy told everyone he saw, and their dog too!Friday night rolls around and me and the missus decide some beer and wings at the tavern would sit just right. And, holy smokes, the place was packed. Not a place to sit, let alone stand. Buddy saw me and tells me…

Commenting on Bubbles has been removed. Why? If you want to talk about this post, write to the author, use the comments on their blog if it has them, or reply with a "RE:" post on your own blog. Suggestions? feedback@bubbles.town