“Hey, Poppy.”
“Well, hello, Junior.”
“Poppy, I’ve asked you not to call me that.”
“Sorry. Carried away. Won’t happen again. What’s up?”
“Well, you know how cool it was that you got an international airport named after you down there in Houston?”
“Very honored. Don’t deserve it. Wish they’d change the luggage tags to GHB instead of IAH.”
“Well, guess what? I have one named after me now, too.”
“Your mother will be very proud of you, son.”
“Jeb doesn’t have one, yet, does he?”
“Don’t think so. Never mentioned it. Wouldn’t push it.”
“Ha, ha, ha. I got me my own international airport.”
“Just one thing, Junior.”
“Poppy!”
“Mine’s an Intercontinental airport. Just remember that.”
*click*
“Damn. Somebody get me General Franks …”
Funny…
I gotta say, ***Dave, I’ve never understood why one-upsmanship was so important to some people.
****Scott