The Bugging Buggers Bug

A pal of mine is always bugging me to play golf. Every day it’s not raining, it’s “How ‘bout a little golf?” Makes golf seem like another thing I have to work into my schedule.

This friend doesn’t mean to be a pest; he just wants to play golf. (I know, because when he's not bugging me, I'm bugging him.) Meanwhile, he complains about a friend of his, a locally famous musician who calls him on lame pretexts, hoping for some company.

And you know damned well the prominent musician knows what it’s like to be bugged by people. They don’t know they’re bugging you! So you have to be nice!

Often the worst people-buggers are national politicians or corporate CEOs, the loneliest people in the world, and the most insecure. The people they bug feel sorry for them.

And of course when it comes to society’s leaders, being bugged is their job! Can you imagine how many times a day President Obama has to give somebody a thin smile that says, I seriously don’t have time for this?

And who does Obama bug?

According to him, he bugs God regularly.

And thus, God's spouse, he or she.

“Honey, it’s Obama. Again.”

“Tell him I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Tell him I'm making it rain.”

Comments

[Joan H.]

Did you have any coffee this morning? You need more, Davey.

[Steve C.]

I think he's on a bender, Joan. He'll work his way out of it.

Steve C.

[David Murray]

Nobody appreciated Emily Dickinson until long after she was dead, either.