The Bum Thumb
<p>“Yeah, if you get time between loads of grain, you could swap out the universal joint on that red International truck.”</p>
<p>Geoffrey was getting bored in the combine, and it was too early for a Bud Light, so his anxious mind stewed as he pondered all the things that needed to be done on the farm.</p>
<p>He agonized and gave orders. Orders that sometimes resembled questions. It’s how he operated.</p>
<p>It was already his third call that hour, each with a different request to add to his honey-do list.</p>
<p>Okay, I thought. I’ve only got 16 other things to do. What’s one more? I grabbed the nearest pen and pad.</p>
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