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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Requesting a drink at the bar, I saw a perfect stranger. An older chap, with stunning smile, who wore a cowboy hat. His name was Mr. Quigley, but I would learn that later on. Instead I ordered just my drink, a Roy Roger's (my favorite kind). I took my seat with the fellow I was with and began a chat of sorts. Up to my usual antics I challenged him to a game of tic-tack-toe. It was cat's game and being Kat I bragged I never loose. Then along came the fellow, dressed in his cowbot hat, a local yokle famous man. He was a member of the family who ran the now defunct favorite tourist trap, a little town reminiscent of the ol' west. Genteel is the best way to describe this gentle man. He proclaimed he had been ousted from his place at the bar for causing trouble, and had decided to come and rest with us awhile. In practiced stance he looked at me and relieved a heavy sigh, then sang my praises to the wind. I laughed and felt like dying. He told the fellow next to me that he would be a fool, if he didn't up and marry me and how I was a jewel. I laughed, then choked and almost sobbed and barely kept my stool. The man who had accompanied me was just a man who toys with me. We laughed, we giggled and gabbed some more and then he told a story I will love forever more. Two bars sat within the block outside and he lived in the back. One day not long ago he chose to venture to the pub next door. With great gufffaws he told the tale of how he called a cab. The pub was within stumbling distance and the thought was just absurd. But in the end, our gentle friend simply had his day. He paid ten bucks to get his ride to not half a block away. |
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