Nugget (REDUX)

7.4.2018 (first posted this week 2004)

The two of them sat at the younger man's desk, examining the 8x10 glossy photograph.  From the uncomfortable chair the supervisor had pulled up, the older man leaned forward and gestured toward different parts of the photo with the eraser-end of his pencil. 
"This down here, the red-tinted area, is medium-to-light industry.  Orange is heavy industry," he said, pointing to the orange area at the center of the red. 
"Right," the younger man said, "and these various shades of green?" 
"Forest.  The darker shades indicate density.  Dark is more dense,"  said the older man. 
"And this part here, up at the top?" asked the younger man. 
"Ah, that's Canada," said the older man.
"Canada?" 
"That's right.  The dotted line," he pointed with the eraser, "the dotted line is the border." 
"Uh-huh, I see," the younger man said.  "You mind if I write on this?" 
"Write whatever you want.  It's your copy." 
The younger man opened a drawer and picked out a black marker.  He removed the cap and began to write tall capital letters on the photo: F U C K I N G  C A N A D A.  Then he underlined it. 
The older man watched speechlessly as the younger man wrote "FUCKING CANADA" on the photo.  With a look of bewilderment on his face, he looked up from it and stared at the younger man, who met his gaze. 
"Just what the hell are you doing," he asked. 
"You said I could write on it," he said. 
"I didn't say you could write that on it." 
"You said I could write whatever I want." 
"Well what are you writing that word on it for?" 
"I dunno.  I got nothing really against Canada.  I like beer and hockey and all." 

Tonight - Kickin' it Missio  w/ Jesus: The Homestead

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