Maybe Bob Died

Chicken: I smell oil. Does the oil burner need to be cleaned?

BigB: Yes, it’s overdue. I called Bob the oil cleaner guy twice but he hasn’t gotten back to me.

Chicken:  Do you think he died?

BigB: Possibly? (smiles quizzically).  I need to call around and…

Chicken:  Maybe he’s the only one who knows how. And now he’s dead.

BigB: …see if I can find another guy but in the mean…..

Chicken:  (interrupts)…And before he died he never passed on his oil burner cleaning secrets so we’re stuck. He had a son and he tried to teach his son but all that kid wanted to do was play guitar in some dive in Providence.

BigB: *crickets*

Chicken: And now that his father has died he has regrets, but he still doesn’t want to run the business so they just closed it, but he did write a song about it. It’s called the Oil Burner Blues.

BigB: Are you d….

Chicken: It’s been well received in the dive bar. He’s going to audition for The Voice. Everyone thinks he has a good chance.

BigB: ….

Chicken:  Now I’m done.

BigB: Good. Maybe you could try and find a new oil burner cleaning guy today. If you have time.

Chicken:  Wouldn’t it be cool if his name was Bob?

It’s the little moments that keep a marriage interesting.

Chicken out

 

 

 

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  22 comments for “Maybe Bob Died

  1. jenny_o
    December 16, 2016 at 7:19 pm

    Hahahahaha!! I can see it clearly 🙂 How’s it going, Chickie? Glad to see you surface now and then.

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    • December 16, 2016 at 10:43 pm

      Hi Jenny,
      It is going. Dragged myself away from Twitter for a minute:-) Needed a break from theTrump-o-rama.

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  2. December 16, 2016 at 8:52 pm

    Better late than never, I suppose. Never had oil heat. So who will call first? Bob?

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    • December 16, 2016 at 10:41 pm

      Well, it won’t be new Bob because I forgot to call him. I was busy and stuff. Mostly stuff.

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  3. Doug in Oakland
    December 16, 2016 at 9:18 pm

    OK, May Bob the oil burner guy be alive, happy and competent as ever, and may his son receive a magic Les Paul which catapults him to virtuosity and fame and riches beyond his wildest dreams!

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    • December 16, 2016 at 10:41 pm

      Doug, you totally get me. Although I would give Bob Jr. a Takamine because Bruce.

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  4. jenny_o
    December 17, 2016 at 12:22 am

    By the way, is Bob yer uncle?? People are always saying that, and I want to figure out why.

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    • December 17, 2016 at 12:31 pm

      I did have an Uncle Bob. Sadly, he died.

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      • jenny_o
        December 17, 2016 at 6:07 pm

        Ack – I’m sorry!

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      • December 17, 2016 at 9:33 pm

        It was a long long time ago. Is Bob yer Uncle?

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  5. jenny_o
    December 18, 2016 at 1:58 am

    No – no Bobs in either of my parents’ families. And you’d think there would have been – there were eleven kids in my dad’s family and five in my mom’s family. Nary a Bob. I’ve never actually considered this topic before, but there were a great many of what I’d consider unusual names on both sides. Going off to think about this now …

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  6. December 19, 2016 at 5:19 pm

    *snorting coffee out my nose* It takes a special genius to find such humor in the ordinary moments and then share it. Merry Christmas, Chicken. 🙂

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  7. December 20, 2016 at 9:19 pm

    This was hilarious.

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  8. Kate
    December 21, 2016 at 2:03 am

    sounds like conversations between my own husband and me.
    except they usually wind up sounding like an Abbot & Costello routine. ; )

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  9. December 21, 2016 at 6:18 pm

    Bob’s MY uncle. Though he doesn’t fix oil burners or sing the blues in a dive bar. Be cool if he did, though. Sadly, these days, he can’t remember what he had for breakfast. But he seems happy enough.

    Merry Christmas to you and yours!

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  10. December 24, 2016 at 2:55 am

    We have moments like that – I’ve gotten the “Are you done” thing, too!

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