The day after I graduated high school, I packed my bags and caught a Greyhound North to Illinois. My best friend and cousin, Baby Son, was living up there and I joined him. The first job we found was as car-hops at a Dog N Suds drive-inn Eatery. We got Half off the price of our Eats n Drinks. So, late one night when we got off work we bawt a gallon jug of Root Beer. Headed home on the back-roads. A cop car pulled us over. Two yankee cops swaggered up to our car, leaned in the window, asked You boys been Drinking tonight? Aw, NO Suh, we shore Aint I replied to him. He seemed suspicious. Well. he said What do you perhaps have in that big Jug on the seat? I picked up the Dog N Suds jug, sloshed it around a trifle, and tolt him Root Beer, Suh. He laughed loudly and sneered Root Beer, huh? Baby Son and I bobbed our heads and squeakily said Oh, Yas Suh. and Nuthin BUT. He reached in, grabbed the jug and said I dont suppose you boys would Mind if I take a swallow? We again bobbed our heads and said to him Yawl go right ahead and knock yoselves Out. Swaller all you wanna. He tilted his head back, took a swallow, spit it back out, then turned to his partner cop...Said Henry, it IS root beer. I said to him Suh, I Tried to Tell ya. He looked at us kinda mean-like and said to me You certainly speak strangely. You arent from around here, are you? I proudly beamed at him and replied Were both of us from Jigger, Loozianner. Thats between Little Break and Big Break, not far from Kings Dump, and just a skip from the Green Light Bridge, and a hop from Cooters Point. The big cop stared at me for a minnit, shook his head, then said Well, I STILL Ought to give you a ticket for Talking Funny.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 23:36:23 +0000
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