Roy's anger had trickled away, along with perspiration dripping down his nose. "Shit," he said. "I needed that B too."
His words caused me to chuckle, and then to laugh. "Did you see the constipated look on D's face? Shit, maybe it was worth it."
We were soon both howling with laughter, rolling on the ground, kicking our feet in the air. "What a nerd," Roy said.
"Got that right," I agreed, "But he's got our nuts in a vice."
"Yeah," Roy said, his demeanor becoming suddenly somber. "Now we're a half day behind on this *&%$++* project. What are we going to do?"
"Wing it," I said.
"How?" Roy asked.
"I know about where I was and what was going on geologically at every station I stood at. Let's go look at the map. We'll fake it."
We walked up the hill and I showed Roy what I meant. "See the creek down there?" I said, pointing. That's the Mississippi contact. Here, we don't need to shoot it. Let's just mark it on the map."
Within an hour, we had the entire valley marked and ready for connecting the points. Everytime we faked a point, Roy and I would laugh uncontrollably for a half minute, or more.
"We'll show that *&^$%+ nerd a thing or two," Roy said.
"Got that right," I agreed.