Just graduated, preparing for my first big interview in my field. I realize the appointment is at 2, not 3, and run for the bus. I run to catch it and jump aboard only to realize I forgot my wallet, and only have a looney. This bus driver says “ya that’s fine” and I’m overwhelmed with gratitude.
I go to take a seat and hang my head in shame and anticipation when I realize “Oh god I’m viewing a new apartment after this”. So I go back to the driver and ask shamefully for a transfer.
“No sweat pal, it’s going to be okay.”
I got the job, thanks to you. You beautiful bastard, you. —Sweater and a Tie
This article appears in May 17-23, 2012.
So how do you know that he doesn’t know his father? Hmmm? Some cracks in the story forming here.
I’m not sure you quite get the meaning of the word bastard, trood.
His Ma and Pa weren’t married Zed? Stiil, how does OP know this?