Posted 03-16-2004 at 08:50:14
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This morning there was a hungover patron in the cafe. Irritating biker-type soul, but hopelessly drunk. I no more than got sat down and he started to tell me what leroy said and tell leroy he probly couldn't take me anyway and so forth. Well we're both in our 60s, and i caught leroy's grin so started talking over the drunk.
Told him how my buddy and i used to drive up to vancouver (never start anything where they know you), go to a bar, find the biggest swedes in there and go to work on them. In the course of our respective conversations, we made a game of dropping seeds like "You know that big guy?", "how come he keeps looking at you?", "maybe he likes you", then top it off with a suggestion that the other guy looks pretty tough and could doubtless pound him into the floor anyway, in a fair fight. Well, a few minutes of goading and one would say "da heck you say!" wander over there and we'd try to get out without geting involved in the ensuing melee. Find another bar and stir things up there too. It was great fun. :)
When i finished, the biker asked what that had to do with anything. So i told him that's the game he was playing when i came in, we did all that 40 years ago, and i'd be disappointed if modern drunks hadn't come up with a better game. The dingbat quieted down and changed the subject. :)