MONOLOGUE OVERHEARD AT THE CORNER BAR

MONOLOGUE OVERHEARD AT THE CORNER BAR
Gene Fehler

Teachers? They got it made. Three months
vacation every summer. Trips to Europe, the beach.
T-bone steaks charcoaled on the patios of their fancy
tri-level houses. Golf at their country club. No one
else has it so good. Just look at all the farmers never
knowing whether it’ll be a drought or flood that takes
their crops. Look at them businessmen with ulcers
and a bad marriage from havin’ to take a briefcase
full of work home every day and havin’ to keep up
with the Joneses. And me? Stuck in a stinkin’ factory
at a noisy machine, gettin’ grease under fingernails
that never come clean. For what? For pennies, for
nothin’ compared to what those pampered, overpaid
teachers bring in. And what good are they anyway?
No teacher never taught me nothin’.

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