Satiricus wasn’t too happy that school was back in session. He had no problem with the young ones getting an “education,” but the extra buses on the road to take them there made his morning commute a living hell. So “school” was in his head when he sauntered into the Back Street bar for his afternoon picker-upper, and he was taken aback with Bungi’s greeting.
“Ah wha’ happen ya-suh?” Bungi demanded. “Dem wan’ keep teacha till 65?”
“Hold it!” Satiricus exclaimed. “Can I get my beer? What you talking about?”
“He’s referring to the Education CoI recommendation to the Minister,” explained Hari. “It was in your paper.”
“Budday, that doesn’t mean I made the policy,” Satiricus said to Bungi, after he had gulped half of the first beer the waitress had plunked in front of him. “How old was the man who made the recommendation??”
“An old Education Officer,” grinned Hari. “Waaaay over 65!”
“And how old is the Minister??” asked Satiricus, as he signalled for another beer.
“Yuh know Roop na Rain,” reported Bungi. “He waay, waay pas’ 65!”
“Well, I think there are too many old men running things in this country!” concluded Satiricius. “What’s going to happen to all the young people if they don’t step aside?”
“Eh-eh, Sato!! But yuh leadah Nagga Man waaay pas’ 65 too!” chuckled Bungi. “Yuh guh t’row ‘e out?”
“My friend, the only man who can throw him out is older than him!!” pointed out Satiricus. “Pressie!!”
“That would be like trying the Devil’s case in hell!” laughed Hari. “You notice is all old men heading these CoIs?”
“T’aamas, who bin head de Sugar CoI, ovah 80!!” observed Bungi. “So, did he recommend cane cutters can work to 65?” Satiricus wanted to know.
“Abee na need da benefit,” said Bungi. “Cane cutta na live pas’ 60.”
