So I’m a dumbass:
There’s this Nice Young Man**[sup]TM**[/sup] (Let’s call him Bubba)in my community that makes his living off of bees. That’s right, he’s a professional beekeeper.
Now in the beekeeping business, income is seasonal and prices can vary widely from month to month. So three months ago Bubba approaches me and says he’s tapped out but he’s got plenty of honey to sell as soon as the price goes up. In the meantime, Bubba can’t pay his light bill, or get gasoline to travel around and work his bees, etc. Will I co-sign a $3000, 90-day loan with him at the bank?
So I go look, and he’s got plenty enough honey is his storage building to cover $3000. We go to MY bank and I co-sign the note.
Three months is up tomorrow. Today, I’m gettin’ nervous and go to see Bubba about what’s up with the bank note. I go first to his honey storage house. No Bubba, and the honey he had stored there is all gone. I go to his house. No Bubba. Go to his Mom’s. No Bubba.
I track his younger brother down at a gas station, and here’s the deal: Bubba has sold his honey. Now he’s in Atlanta, because he has to finish paying for his Airplane ticket and other expenses that are associated with flying to Russia to meet and pick up his oppressed mail-order Russian peasant bride. An amount that totals about $6000, according little Bro.
What the FUCK!
Today, I had to renew the loan, all on my own responsibility, plus pay all the interest charges accrued on the old note.
Here’s a clue, Bubba: That oppressed Russian peasant bride? Do you think you’re going over there and pick up Anna Kournikova or some shit? There’s gonna’ be plenty wrong with her, or some Nice Young Russian Man**[sup]TM**[/sup] would have already rounded her up.
To the Oppressed Young Russian Peasant Girl**[sup]TM**[/sup]: This dude ain’t lookin’ for a wife, he’s lookin’ for a slave to keep house, cook, help work the bees, and then pull a night shift at the Zippy Mart to provide some cash flow.
Bubba always says that when he’s feelin’ down or depressed, he goes out and lets some bees sting him, and that perks him right up. When I get through with his scrawny ass, he’s gonna’ need a bunch of bee stingin’, and he better hope his Oppressed Russian Peasant Bride has had some training in the nursing field.
Why do I let myself get mixed up in shit like this?