Ron had the nerve to laugh in Colin’s face. “She’s got spunk,” he said.“You got her out of the ditch okay?” Colin asked, ignoring his comment about spunk. He was tired and sleepy. He’d finally fallen asleep when it was almost time to get up.“Took no time at all. She was nearly frozen by the time we got to the guard stand. Had her standing outside. Why would he do a thing like that? Not like she’s a stranger.”Anybody else would have gotten fired for taking such liberties, but the wiry old geezer figured he’d been there long enough to speak his mind.“She looked okay, didn’t she?” Colin was stupid enough to ask.“Damn. If she’da looked any better I woulda had to turn the heater off.”Frustrated, Colin glared at the smart-mouthed old man. “George isn’t here, but I can still fire you.”His only response was an outright laugh and shake of the head.“Think you can contain yourself enough to pick up George from the airport?” Colin said.Backing up, Ron held up his weathered arthritic fingers.
