If we were having a beer, I’d be trying to keep a secret from you.
“I don’t think there’s a barman on duty today.”
“Cheryl’s on duty. She’s probably in the back. Barman, what’s that all about?”
“Sorry, I’m trying to use words with ‘man’ in them.”
“Why?”
“Actually, it’s your fault.”
“How’s that?”
“Your stupid blog. I read some of those Stream of Consciousness things and I started following that Linda woman.”
“Linda G. Hill?”
“Yeah, she has a pretty good blog. I don’t have a blog, but I try to play along.”
“So, I have to listen to you try to maneuver the conversation today around man-words?”
“Not only that, you have to pay for the privilege.”
“Hey guys! This is a surprise.”
“What surprise? We’re here every Saturday.”
“He wasn’t sup…”
“…That’s right Cheryl, I’m buying. I’ll have a Yuengling and whatever the old man wants.”
“Yeah, the ‘old man’ will have a glass of Meiomi and I’d like an explanation.”
“You should have said ‘I demand an explanation’ that’s how SoCS works.”
“Ha, that’s a good one.”
“Here’s your wine, your beer and why’d you shush me?”
“I was thirsty, Cheryl. I just wanted to get the order in.”
“You were kind of rude, where’s your manners boy?”
“That’s a good one.”
“Ahem, so, before you cut me off, I was going to say that I thought you were going to be in Iowa.”
“Ix-nay on the ip-tray, Cheryl.”
“Dude, pig-Latin, we aren’t five. What trip?”
“See, there you go again. ‘Yo man’ instead of ‘dude’.”
“Ugh, I’m not very good at this.”
“Keep practicing.”
“Wait a minute. This is twice you’ve tried to manipulate me away from the subject. What trip?”
“I had been planning to visit my brother this weekend. The trip got postponed. No big deal.”
“You boys want any food?”
“Wings, bar…”
“…beque with parm pep. I got you covered. How’s it feel to get cut off?”
“Calamari.”
“Did you see the specials? We have fish tacos today. “
“I had fish tacos the other night.”
“Where? Have you been cheating on me?”
“No, but he’s trying to cheat me…out of a story. Where exactly did you have fish tacos?”
“Minneapolis airport.”
“Minneapolis is pretty close to Iowa. You were in Minneapolis, but you didn’t visit your brother. Where were you before Minneapolis?”
“Orlando.”
“I knew it. You didn’t want me to know that you missed another snow storm.”
“Look, I came home to deal with it, so I didn’t miss the whole thing.”
“Were you here on Tuesday? Were you here for the freakin blizzard?”
“No, I got home early Thursday morning.”
“Thursday? Why bother?”
“I wanted to clear the snow.”
“I thought you had a plowman. See, plow-man?”
“Yeah, nice. I do, but he only does driveway and the sidewalk.”
“What else is there?”
“I do paths in the yard for Maddie. Paths so my wife can get to the firewood and paths for deliveries.”
“Deliveries? Like the mailman?”
“Yes, and UPS, FedEx and the newspaperman.”
“Here’s your wings, and your calamari. You boys want another round?”
“Oh yeah.
“So, lemmie ask you. If you had to be here for the snow, why did you go to Orlando in the first place?”
“I had to be at a meeting on Monday.”
“You mean like a command performance?”
“Yes. Nicely done. Besides, they hadn’t given an estimate of how much snow was going to fall before I left.”
“I know, I think the weatherman needs a new almanac.”
“You’re getting good at this.”,
“OK, boys, Yuengling, Meiomi and the check. I’m leaving early today. If you don’t mind, I’d like to clear this before I go. I comp’ed you another round if you like. If not, it will be here next week.”
“Thanks Cheryl.”
“Yeah, thanks Cheryl. Take his credit card though. It will give him a chance to practice his penmanship.”
In a highly unusual alignment, this visit to the bar has also been part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s prompt was:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “man.” Use it as a word by itself or find a word with “man” in it. Have fun
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