"I will have a few words with that damn son of mine about his sorry ass stagecoach employees" Harold is thinking as he walks into the stagecoach office. He is tired of waiting to leave. He walks over to Fred. "What is the damn hold-up. My wife and I have been waiting to leave this godforsaken town for two days now. Don't say that there aren't any stagecoaches leaving out. As a matter of fact, four have come and gone since we have been here.
Fred turns around in his chair to look at him. "Now why would I lie to you about that? Yes, all of the stagecoaches are running on schedule. But the only way you and your wife can ride one is to purchase a ticket."
"My son owns this damn company. I will tell him to fire your dumb ass. Now give me two damn tickets." Harold hits the man's desk with hi
