Chewing the fat
So I'm parked on a barstool the night after Independence Day. People are pretty mellow at MFQAT.
Then Bright Eyes shows up, yipping and cussin' about it being the best night of her life, and buys a round for the house and slapping all the boys on their backsides and high-fiving the bartender.
She hits up C#2 for some chaw. What the? Too big of a pinch, but she keeps tucking it in. Ugh, like you didn't need something else to ignore about her, now she's got a wad in her lip. Lovely.
Seeing me she suddenly gets self conscious and quiet. "Can't believe I'm sitting next to a f-ing priest."
At the end of the night I wondered. Did I really do anyone any good tonight? I guess it beats sitting at home doing laundry.
Rick (sounds like I need a vacation)