A Comedy Satire by Epicdelusion
Sup, name’s Chet. I left my iphone in my Lambo the other day and didn’t feel like walking outside to get it, so I went into my dad’s den to use his computer.
By the way, that’s the V12 Lamborghini Veneno… you remember that neon yellow blur that zipped past you on the interstate while you were putting along in your Honda Civic? Yeah, that was me.
Anyway, I just needed to get on Facebook messenger real quick to let my buddy know it was cool to swing by. Beer thirty, ya know?
So I got on the computer, and my Dad’s Facebook was still up.
I couldn’t help but notice that he made a comment on our Butler’s post… yeah, you heard me correctly, the Butler’s post. I was instantly aghast and thought ‘what the fuck is my dad doing?’
The post was actually something he shared from 7 years ago; a picture of his degree from The International Butler Academy. Yeah, I didn’t know there was a Butler Academy either. I thought this guy was just a homeless dude my dad found at the bus stop and felt sorry for.
My dad wrote: “It’s been a pleasure having you Jeffery, we are truly blessed!”
Seriously Dad? Like, what the fuck? “Blessed?”
I walked out of the room and saw Jeffery talking to one of the maids. I’m not sure why, but his face just filled me with utter disgust. Just knowing that he was proud of his “accomplishment” was enough to make me feel sickened by his presence. How dare he summon the audacity to think he could ever be friends with my family?
So, naturally, I had to fuck with him.
“Say there Jeffery, I’m wondering if you could help me with something?” I humbly implored.
Conjuring a phony smile on his face, he walked over and asked how he could be of assistance.
“Well, Jeffery” I said forthrightly, “I’m a 23-year-old college drop out with no fancy degree… what can I do to stop being such a pathetic loser?”
Fidgeting with his cuff he appeared to become very nervous and cumbersome; a noticeable difference from the snobbish demeanor he proudly showcased moments before.
“Well Sir, if you want to get your degree I would, perhaps, consider talking to your father about going back to school?” he politely suggested.
Wrong fucking answer Jeffery, I thought to myself, wrong fucking answer.
You see, you condescending prick, you just agreed that I am a pathetic loser. This is fucked up because you have no idea how hard it is being me and living my life. You don’t know shit Jeffery.
“Thanks” I said to him as I dropped my keys into his hand. “Why don’t you go get my phone out of my car for me?”
I told my Father that it would be in the best interest of the estate to fire Jeffery, but my dad is a spineless coward. “Let’s give him another chance” he practically begged me to let him stay.
What an imbecile he was to fraternize with the butler. A butler who is a condescending prick who needs to look into a mirror and check himself before he wrecks himself.