Captain’s Log, Stardate, oh, wait, that’s Pajama Boy stuff.
It was a typical happy hour at Quark’s for a Friday. Which is to say, aside from myself and Morn, there were not many paying customers there. The Doctor was there as well, but his idea of paying for drinks was to offer up a few jelly babies. Whatever those are.
Quark sidled up to my spot at the bar and said, ‘Hey, Kahuna. The usual?”
“Yep.”
“I was afraid of that,” he responded, then pulled a pint of Guinness, with a healthy head of foam, then poured a shot of Tribble Sweat into a glass, and placed both on the bar in front of me.
“So,” Quark said as I took a healthy swig of Guinness, “What do you think of the Donald?”
“Trump? I try not to.”
“You know he is vying for the Republican nomination, don’t you?”
“So are a lot of other people,” I said.
“Think he has a chance?”
“Not unless he gets of the birther issue. And even then, he can’t pull it off in the main event.”
“So you don’t care about Obama’s birth certificate, or lack thereof.”
“Nope. I have no doubt that he was born on Earth, and meets the minimum requirements to be president.”
“So, what do you care about?”
“The usual.” I finished my pint of Guinness, followed it up with the Tribble Sweat chaser, slamming the empty shot glass on the bar. It sounded a lot like an old fashioned cannon going off. Something Quark hates. He winced when I did it.
“I wish you would stop doing that,” Quark said.
I ignored the rebuff. Looked him dead in the eye as he began to draw another round for me, asked him, “What do you care about in the election?”
“Same as you. Why are we at war with the Romulans and Kardasians? Not to mention bombing heck out the Betazoids. When will they give us a balanced budget? Why are my taxes so high? What will they do about the debt? Who is John Galt?”
I answered his questions in succession: “Because. Never. You’re rich. Nothing. Who?”
“Who what?” Quark said.
“Who is John Galt?”
“You don’t know?”
“No,” I said.
“Funny. That’s what the doctor said when I asked him to pay is tab with something other than jelly babies.”
“Did he tell you?”
“Nope.”
Just then a report came across the big screen above the bar, Captain Kirk had disappeared without a trace. What was that about? Did he at least take that has been Picard with him? Who is John Galt?
Kahuna out.
