“Twenty seconds.”
“You swear you did the math right.”
“Yes, for the love of… I have three post-graduate degrees.”
“Is one of them in math?”
“Somebody muzzle Helberg. Ten seconds.”
“I have two post-grad degrees, you know. One of them is in English literature—”
“I swear to God, Helberg.”
“—and the other is in Geology. Guess which one got me assigned to this sorry excuse for a mission?”
“Helberg, if there was a way to make it so you burned up while aerobraking but not the rest of us, I would do it. I mean it. Three… Two… One…. mark.”
You just can't work with some people.
ReplyDeleteHe doesn't bathe enough either. You really don't want to be in a cramped spaceship with him.
DeleteLOL - I used to work for someone like that. I can't say that I miss that job or the man I worked for. Great job on the post. There was just one little thing that I didn't like about it... It reminded me of that job and that boss! Do you know him too? I'll bet that's who inspired this post.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Cheryl
Lol... there's a long list of people who inspired this post. :-) Thanks for reading!
DeleteI love the dialogue between these two. strikes me as a spacebound Odd couple
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting! :-)
DeleteWhere's a roll of duct tape when you need it, eh?
ReplyDeleteStowed in the aft compartment, alas. Which may be where Helberg will end up ;-)
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