They understood each other in that moment, their
grappling arms gridlocked atop a flimsy table.
Jacob, the ambitious graduate, long-limbed and
gladiatorial.
Bob, the inadequate leader, too young to retire
and too old to learn new tricks.
After imbibing at the annual holiday gathering,
a contingent of determined drinkers sought additional beverages at a local
tavern. It wasn’t long before the multitude engaged in the time-honored
tradition of arm wrestling.
After the weak had faltered, there remained but
an old manager and his disrespectful direct.
There they handily tussled, neither able to best
the other, until after an expansive five minutes Jacob gradually forced Bob’s
hand asunder.
But everything had changed.
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