Sometimes Jimmy thought he had met all of the stupid people in the world. Due to his having grown up on Stanwich Drive, he had seen enough stupid acts to last a lifetime, and through his years of school and working, he had met many more idiots. But just when he thought that, he had the displeasure of meeting another one.
"Don't hang out with stupid people," had been the advice his father had given him at the age of seven, advice that had stuck with him ever since. Jimmy did his best to follow that advice, but he couldn't help it when the stupid people were some of his coworkers and he was forced to hang around them.
Although they could be a great source of entertainment when not causing irritation.
One of Jimmy's coworkers, Nick Jones, was one such source of amusement. There were many times he was a cause of laughter around the workplace, whether his mishaps took place there or elsewhere.
One day, Jimmy and Nick were assigned to drive to a different hangar to work on an airplane. For the drive, they were given a big truck with an overhead radio in the cab, so they could transport the necessary parts to the other hangar for the plane.
Jimmy went to swing into the driver's seat, eager to drive the rig, but was halted by Nick's shout of "I'm driving, Brandt."
Reluctantly, Jimmy hopped down and crossed over to the passenger's side. As he settled into his seat, Nick swung into the driver's seat and slammed his head on the overhead radio.
Thud.
Jimmy burst out laughing. He doubled over, howling at the incident. Nick glared at him as he started the truck, but the scowl on his face did nothing to halt Jimmy's laughter.
"Shut up, Brandt," he muttered. And as Jimmy continued to laugh for forty-five minutes straight, he kept muttering that phrase. "Shut up, Brandt."
Finally, Jimmy wiped the tears from his eyes and took a gasping breath. "Man, that was funny," he said, glancing out the window. Then he frowned. "Hey, I know that spot!"
"What?" Nick asked gruffly.
"My dad dropped me off there, years ago," Jimmy told him, remembering being bundled out of the car with his poncho and his bicycle. "He made me ride my bike to my aunt's house, down that way."
Nick just gave him a weird look and shook his head.
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Long Islanders
Teen FictionGrowing up on Stanwich Drive during the 1970's means life is never dull for young Jimmy Brandt. Between his friends' incredible schemes and his own ingenious ideas, trouble is always lurking just around the corner. There's always something going on...
