Date: Mon, 27 Feb 1995 08:28:45 -0700
Title: Hungry Metal Mama

Oscar was playing and Jake was serving.  It
was raining outside and  the customers
in Bikers were drinking Greyhounds, one of
Jake's specialities consisting of fresh grapefruit
and either tequila or vodka.  When someone
said, "Set me up with a Russian Greyhound," it meant
vodka.  On the other hand, a Baja Greyhound was
with tequila.  Business was fair for such a miserable
rainy day but the consumption of greyhounds was
anything but abstemious.  In fact, Oscar was worried that
Jake was serving some already tipsy patrons.

"Don't forget what happened when you served that drunk
the other night.  You almost ended up in jail."

"Ok, ok.  Don't worry.  Dinner is almost ready.  All I
want to do is get 'em hungry enough to eat it, ya know?"

"Sometimes, Jake, you overlook such matters of the law and
get in trouble for it.  Remember last year .. in fact, remember
last month when you decided to double the Cutty.  And
don't you forget the time..."

Oscar's diatribe was ended as many of the customers begin
to murmur, in unison, "Eat...eat...eat...we wanna eat!"  It was
nearly a whisper but very disturbing.  Oscar turned to Jake
and above the wierd hissing sounds of greyhound breath,
leather jacket creaking, and metal cups clacking on metal
tables said, "You'll see.  Some day you're going to end up in
some lonely jail cell..."

va.tic.i.nate \-*n-.a-t\ vb [L vaticinatus, pp. of vaticinari, fr. vates +
   -cinari](akin to L canere to sing) - more at CHANT : PROPHESY, PREDICT.

Before Jake could answer, someone from the other side
of the room threw her metal cup half-full of greyhound juice at
Oscar, yelling,  "C'mon, play something on that aluminum piano!
Don't just sit there talkin' to the cook, dammitall anyway!!"
Someone else added, "Yeah, let the cook cook.  We're gettin'
 hungry enough to eat your stupid piano!"  Laughter and
guffaws were heard above the normal metal clatter of Bikers.

Monday means another week.  Wow.
 have a wondrous week and a momentous Monday.
love ya,

de



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