Welcome back to the bar. While I understand that the world is consumed by bad news on many fronts, I hope you accept that No Facilities is not a source for news, and usually not a source for opinion around current events. It’s Saturday, and I hope you will join us for some lighthearted and hopefully entertaining banter. David and I are trying to escape the news cycle, enjoy a beverage and attempt to deal with Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, which just happens to be:
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘way to go.’ Use it as a phrase or use it in its literal sense. Enjoy!”
“Cheryl, where’s Dan?”
“What’s that old joke? It’s not my day to watch him.”
“He’s usually on time, I don’t get it.”
“If I recall, it’s your day to pay; no harm starting without him.”
“I guess you’re right. I’ll have a John Howell’s Special.”
“You know, you only need to call it that for Skippy. I know what bourbon you drink as well as the curious way you have it packaged.”
“I prefer unique to curious.”
“A snifter of seltzer and a separate glass of ice and a few cherries qualifies for either. Since you’re paying, I’ll go with unique.”
“I hope nothing happened to Dan. He doesn’t have a long way to go to get here.”
“Well, Faith is here.”
“Now that’s a pleasant surprise. Hi Faith. What brings you here today?”
“I’m meeting my dad, have you seen him?”
“No, and he’s long overdue.”
“Um…it’s only five after three.”
“I know, but he’s always here by three.”
“He said he was going to stop at Target to pick up a box of Milkbones.”
“Milkbones?”
“Dog biscuits, David. Hi Faith.”
“Hi Cheryl.”
“So, we’re waiting because he decided to wander around Target.”
“Pffft, my dad? No chance. He goes into Target with a list, gets the stuff on the list and leaves. I’ll text him.”
“In the meantime, can I get you something to drink?”
“The last time I was here, Cheryl, you made me a wonderful espresso martini. Can I get one of those?”
“The secret is in the coffee liqueur – coming right up.”
“Thanks. Oh, Dad’s on his way.”
“There he is. You wandered into the candy aisle to see if they had Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs, didn’t you?”
“No, David. I stood in line for twenty-five minutes to buy two boxes of dog biscuits.”
“Why didn’t’ you use the self-checkout, Dad.”
“Here you go, Dan, corona and a nice wedge of lime.”
“Thanks Cheryl. And to answer your question, Faith, the self-checkouts were not working.”
“Not working? None of them?”
“No self-checkouts and only one human checkout was operational. Apparently, their security system malfunctioned, and no one could log in.”
“That’s funny. Forty-two years developing software for a living, and you get stranded in line a Target because of a computer glitch. Way to go, Dan.”
“I’m glad you think that’s funny, David.”
“I do. But what I don’t understand is why you didn’t just leave the dog biscuits. I mean it’s not like you were picking up a prescription.”
“I bought large and medium biscuits. They had plenty of large, but I bought the last box of medium biscuits.”
“So, you meet us for a beer, and buy the biscuits somewhere else on your way home.”
“Unlikely. All the stores around here are out of Milkbones – supply chain issues.”
“I’m getting tired of hearing about supply chain issues. Cheryl, how many bottles of John Howell’s Bourbon do you guys have in stock?”
“We have a case downstairs, David. Don’t worry. And Dan, we have plenty of Corona. Limes, on the other hand, are getting to be a problem.”
“Limes? What’s the problem with limes?”
“Heavy rains and disease in Mexico have caused a lime shortage. Still, in the grand scheme of things.”
“Good point, Cheryl.”
“You guys ready for another round?”
“I think we are, Cheryl. Dan, are you sticking with Corona?”
“I am.”
“Faith, another martini?”
“No, David. I think I’m going to switch to the Back East Porter.”
“I’ll get those drinks. You want to order any food?”
“I am hungry, David, would you care to split a calzone?”
“That works for us, Dan. What about you, Faith.”
“I heard they’ve improved the fish and chips, I’d like to try that.”
“Here you go, bourbon, Corona, and a nice Porter. And Faith, the fish and chips is much better now.”
“Thanks Cheryl. Cheers, Faith, Dan, and Dan, next week, run your errands on your own time.”
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