It was 3:30 a.m. as I ventured out to get coffee at Hot and Crusty, the only 24 hour place open. I had an early job but alas, was out of milk, hence…foraging like the caffiene junky that I am.
Naturally, Aunt Clara had misplaced her Discover Card she could have sworn was in her bag. As I rummaged through it, on my knees on my corner, there are two hefty looking men having an argument oblivious to my sudden appearance.
I heard unidentifiable accents…middle eastern maybe, since they had that bite to them, as if the words were chewed before spoken.
As I empty my duffle onto the pavement now really pissed, I hear one say, “Boot’, thad’ ez’ not quite right, you misjoodge’ me.”
The other guy says, “Yes boot’, where were you all neet’?”
“I wooz’ reading, and my phune’ was in the oothur’ oom’.”
Finally, my card turns up in my change purse. After shoving everything back inside my bag, about to pass these two men, they suddenly kiss passionately like two porpoises in love.
I assumed their argument was work related. Who knew they were more than business associates, certainly not by the looks of them, making me think…