"Josiah?"
JD asked, his voice soft, hesitant.
Josiah's
shoulders drooped and he sighed as he glanced over at JD, who was
riding down in the elevator with him. "Yes, JD?" he said patiently.
"Sorry
to bother you." JD winced as he took a step away from him.
"But, I was thinking... again. You know, about borrowing trouble."
"Not
this again."
"Well,
I was wondering, when you borrowed trouble, what the interest would
be? I mean, what's the interest on something like that?" JD
pursed his lips, deep in thought. "I'm guessing it would
depend on what sort of trouble it was, you know? Let's use vehicle
values for an example." He smiled happily.
Josiah
shook his head. "Let's not."
JD
continued, unfazed by the fact that Josiah was now banging his head
on the side of the elevator car. "Okay, there's the small,
economy car kind of trouble, like you locked yourself out of the
house. Then there would be the midsize, four-door sort of trouble,
like... oh, say you were late for a meeting and when you finally got
there, Chris spent the entire remaining time in the conference room
giving you the 'smiting-you-to-HELL' glare." He grinned as he
widened his eyes. "And then there's the Escalade kind of
trouble, like you flipped your motorcycle into oncoming traffic."
"Yes,"
Josiah stopped banging his head long enough to stare down at JD with
dark eyes, "that would be bad, son." And then he quipped
under his breath, "And, somehow, under the circumstances, also good."
JD
either didn't hear him or was ignoring him. "I mean, what if
you borrowed just a little bit of trouble, and then it snowballed? If
you can't pay your trouble back, can they sue you? Can you list
trouble on a bankruptcy?"
"Seriously,
JD." Josiah took a threatening step towards him.
"Flyfishing. Model train building. Reading." He cocked his
head. "These are hobbies, son. Pick one."
The End
