Out on the tarmac, your little plane is waiting. You love this plane. It's an old Piper Cub, restored to its original gleaming specifications. Its not the fastest bird in the air or the most luxurious by far, but it's taken you all over the world and earned you more money and recognition than you think you probably deserve.
You go through your usual preflight checks as you wait for clearance from the tower and the boy watches your every move. You see him staring and ask, "So kid. What's your name?"
"Budge." he says without looking up.
"Budge?" you say, one eyebrow raised." That your last name or your first?"
The kid is silent for a moment, then adds,
" It's my last name. Kids in my neighborhood don't have first names or they get beat up alot. Folks just call me Budge." He looks over at you with a blank, sarcastic look."Is that OK with you? "
You hold a hand up to stop him, smiling.
"That's fine, kid. Whatever you say." Then add under your breath, "Must be some kind of sissy first name if it's gettin' you beat up."
The kid just glowers at you from under his eyebrows and says nothing. You must have touched a nerve, you think as the tower clears you for take off.
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