This has been a crazy week, and we are glad to see Saturday front and center on the calendar. It’s time to relax, lick our wounds, sooth our aches and wash away our frustrations with a cold brew. We woke up to heavy wet snow on Thursday, and more is coming tonight. The bar is almost empty, but David and I don’t mind. As we catch up, we will try to manage the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt provided by Linda G. Hill.
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘trip.’ Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!”
If we were having a beer, you’d be curious.
“Dan, I just walked by your car on the way in, and I have a couple questions.”
“I’m sorry, did you say, ‘hello Dan, how are you?’ I’m not sure I heard you.”
“Yes, yes, hello, Dan. Now question number one, why is your car in the upper lot? You never used to park there.”
“David, are you tripping on acid or something?”
“Whoa guys, I’ve got bourbon and beer, but nothing serious.”
“Hi Cheryl. I think it’s my day to buy, a cold Corona will be fine.”
“OK, Dan. What about your friend?”
“His friend is fine, John Howell’s Bourbon, thank you. I just asked a simple question.”
“Simple is a great word for it. I’ve been parking in the upper lot since they reopened in twenty-twenty.”
“Really? Why?”
“Remember, one-way traffic. You had to come in the lower door and go out the upper one. I wanted to go out with my food and get to my car quickly.”
“Oh, you’re right. I forgot that crazy pandemic protocol. Do you supposed that means we’re really getting back to normal?”
“Here’s your bourbon, your snifter of seltzer, your ice, your cherries, and your beer. And, for the record, you guys have never been in the same zip code as normal.”
“Thanks Cheryl. Cheers David.”
“Cheers Dan. Now, as for my second question, are you going on a trip after this?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“I looked in your car. There’s some luggage, a blanket, a pillow, and enough groceries for a road trip.”
“Good thing you locked that car, Dan. You boys want any food today?”
“I’m going to order something to go, Cheryl. But maybe I’ll have some chowder while I’m here.”
“David, anything for you?”
“I’ll have some chowder, too, Cheryl. Maybe I get my answer before the soup comes.”
“I’m cat sitting for Faith’s cat, Preston.”
“For how long?”
“Just a few days. I go over in the afternoon, sleep there, and run home for a while in the morning.”
“It looks like you’re planning to sleep in your car.”
“It’s just some bedding. I tend to sleep on her couch. It’s easier that way.”
“Do you cook your meals there?”
“Does that sound like easy?”
“So, you and Preston, batching it for a few days. Does he like pizza?”
“No, but he likes the occasional piece of bacon.”
“Too bad it’s this weekend. You could have meat-lovers and March Madness next week.”
“I’m retired, I can still have that, but I’m not sure I’m going to have any teams to root for.”
“You can always root for UConn. I mean, you’re a taxpayer.”
“As a taxpayer, I hope they win a few games, but not to the point of rooting for them.”
“I see you’re wearing a Pirates cap.”
“Why not, Major League Baseball ended the lockout – play ball!”
“How far do you think they’re going?”
“Not far. I’m hoping for eighty-two wins.”
“In other words, a winning season.”
“Speaking about winners, two bowls of clam chowder, winner winner.”
“Thanks Chery. Can I get another beer?”
“Absolutely. What about him? Another splash, David?”
“Just top this one off, Cheryl. I’m not sure how long Dan is staying.”
“I’ll be here until our usual time, David. Long enough to pick up the tab.”
“I thought I might be competing with Preston for your time.” “Here’s your beer, Dan, and a splash of bourbon. And trust me, David. If you were competing with a cat, you would lose.”
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