The Martian Boogie!

Boogie Woogie!

_{This short stories inspiration comes from both the creator of the #weekend-engagement and also a song written by Brownsville Station called : The Martian Boogie}

_{( hint..: click on "The Martian Boogie" in blue text above to listen to the song on You Tube.)}

Well I was driving The Prime Mover late one night way back when. I heard a loud growling noise. Right away my tired, 10+ hours of driving, fatigued brain, started playing tricks on me. Was this the truck breaking and the wheels flying off only to send me careening down the mountainside and into the river at the bottom of a deep ravine? Or was it the psychopath bi-polar @krazzy-kitty I had rescued who is known now as Sammi Jo-The Trucking Kitty

I snapped back to reality and realized it was my tummy growling very loudly as I had driven all day without stopping for a lunch/supper break.

Eats Sit n Gulp

A few miles later out of the late night fog a greasy spoon, mom and pop truckstop came into view. A place I had been many times before called "EATS Sit n' gulp."
A place where I would stop to get me one of those greasy hamburgers in a sack. A ten dollar heart attack.

I locked down the hissing and groaning air breaks. Jake brake crackling loud enough to wake the dead. Or at least wake the sitting ducks parked dangerously along the exit ramp. These "ducks" that are too lazy or stupid to park in the half empty truckstop lot just a short distance from the stop sign ahead. I hit the exit ramp slowing the 80 foot / 24.38 meter. monster to a crawl. Idled into one of the many park spots and stumbled my way to the mens room. My stomach was not the only angry part of my digestive tract. As my bladder was way overdue for an emptying.

I slid into my usual chair at the counter and ordered up two of those greasy bombs. One to eat there and one plain, meat and bun only, for Sammi Jo to go.

When the waitress brought the grease bombs out. I was glad she topped up my sweet tea. As she quickly disappeared. Never to be seen again.

I realized when I lifted the bun, dammit, no ketchup. So I nudged the guy next to me. Asking him to pass me the ketchup. Then suddenly a green hand with long skinny fingers came into view.

The Martian

I freaked out a little. Because the guy sitting next to me was a MARTIAN!

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I looked this little angry looking fella over. He looked harmless enough. He seemed polite and friendly also. Then I noticed on his dinner plate were several colored sticks. So I said with a laugh. "What are you eatin' there boy, crayons?"

He replied in a very high pitched martian like voice..: "Why no, these are martian cigarettes. Here try one"

So I did.

The Questions

Some time went by. I am not sure how much. When the martian asked me. How do you feel? I said I feel gooood! I wanna dance! I wanna BOOGIE!

The Martian said, with a Martian grin. "There will be plenty of time to do the Martian Boogie after You first answer my three questions."

He then asked what was my purpose in life? This was a bit confusing. But the Martian Cigarettes made it easy to look deep into the abyss called life.

I told him my purpose was to relocate freight, rescue animals in need, spend time with my Pooky and boogie.

The next question the Martian asked made me a little nervous. The little green man who did not seem dangerous or scary at all, wanted to know why his kind should let my kind live?

I struggled to answer this. I finally blurted out that I enjoy spending time with my best friend @pooky-jax and our rescued cats. But only the Martian himself could answer a question like that. I explained that if his kind posseses the power to destroy other species like mankind. Then they needed to look deep within themselves for that answer. I asked what would that make them if they carried out such destruction?

He then said that his kind was considering the sharing of advanced technology with us. And what we would do with that advanced tech?

I told him there was no way to know exactly what that kind of knowledge would be used for. I explained that for the most part mankind is good and kind. But there is also a large percentage of my kind that were pure evil. I asked if that technology could be used to find a way of knowing if a humans heart was dark and hateful? Could their tech be used to change this? If so then yes, please share it.

The Martian Boogied

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The Martian seemed pleased with my answers to his questions. He jumped up on the food counter and started to dance and boogie. He motioned for me to join him. We danced and boogied until the morning light.

Just then I felt a wet tickle on my face. It was Sammi Jo licking my nose. I had fallen asleep and never even went inside the truckstop. Or did I? There were several crayon like sticks in my pocket. And a song in my head that I had never heard before.

"I Got the Neptune shuffle
And the Pluto blues
Don't nobody boogie
Like us Martians do
Gonna boogie
Gonna boogie
We're gonna boogie
Till the break of day"

_{Brownsville Station-Martian Boogie}

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