Half hour later Thibodeaux was still patching when Boudreaux checked his mailbox again. This time he slammed the box shut and walked back inside mumbling.
Another half hour passed-Thibodeaux was still patching. Boudreaux stomped to his mailbox, yanked it open, looked in, and slammed it shut. He took a deep breath and started back into the house.
“Boudreaux, what’s wrong?” Thibodeaux yelled.
“Dat computer my boy give me has lost its mind,” Boudreaux replied walking into the shade.
“You got a computer? I didn’t know dat,” Thibodeaux said.
“Yeah, Pierre give it to me yesterday-all hooked up to dat inner Net,” Boudreaux replied.
“Pierre. Dat’s a good boy you got. What’s he doin now?” Thibodeaux asked.
“He’s workin’ over in N”Awlins, got a good job,” Boudreaux answered.
So what’s wrong with de computer?’ Thibodeaux asked.
just plain lost its mind,” Boudreaux replied. “You saw me. Tree
times I looked in dat box. Dere ain’t nothin’ dere. But dat computer
keeps sayin’ ‘YOU’VE GOT MAIL’.”