Evening. I tip my hat at the real nice waitress. What can I getcha hun? Youre usual? . She thinks Im predictable, uninteresting and just like every other joe. With my hands in my pockets, I walk stright past the bar but retain her eye contact. She frowns at me. I step right up to the jukebox in the corner, its covered in dust. I bend down a little and give it a blow. I take out my watch chain, its 11:17pm. Perfect. I clench my hand and whollop the side of the rusty player. It plays. Oh and how. Jazz. Swing. I step behind the bar, flick the light switch to dim and grab the madams hand and we dance. Oh and how. People from outside come pouring in. They laugh at the sight! They crowd round the bar waving their dollar. Clapping and tapping. I grab myself a bottle of Daniel and take a swig. I tap the ladies thigh and leave through the back. She flutters her hand across her face to try cool down but that party has just started. What can I getcha hun?
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 22:19:21 +0000
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