Party Animals
March 29th 2008 02:23
I was stuck in the snow awhile back. Couldn't go anywhere. It was in a really small town in the mid-west, in the middle of winter, and it was Saturday night (I think). I got bored and got to looking at a little bar that was pretty close by. When I cracked my window, I could hear country music coming from the bar and thought a cup of hot coffee or a cold Pepsi sounded good. Not to mention a real live bathroom! So I left the truck and skidded my way across the road and through the door. I wasn't paying enough attention, I guess, because it wasn't the little country bar it seemed like from the outside.
The music was from a juke box. Right after I got in and sat down, the band started playing again. Their name was Mass Suicide and their music made it understandible. I couldn't tell if there were any words to the music, if it was music and not just really bad noise, because they were really screaming. There were guys dancing with guys and girls dancing with girls. Well, at least I think thats what they were. With some of them it was hard to tell.
I ordered a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar from dirty looking bowls the bartender shoved across the bar at me. The spoon looked a little used. One sip was all I could deal with. I could have saved the rest to wash my truck with.
when I went to use the bathroom, I found out it didnt have a lock on the door. That was not much of a problem. The problem happened when a woman walked in. The bathroom had a urinal, a stool, a sink and nothing else, including walls. And yes, it was the MENS room.
That was about enough small town night life for me and I went back to the truck, where it was safe, quiet and private.
That'll tech me to go out on the town without the wife, wont it?
The music was from a juke box. Right after I got in and sat down, the band started playing again. Their name was Mass Suicide and their music made it understandible. I couldn't tell if there were any words to the music, if it was music and not just really bad noise, because they were really screaming. There were guys dancing with guys and girls dancing with girls. Well, at least I think thats what they were. With some of them it was hard to tell.
I ordered a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar from dirty looking bowls the bartender shoved across the bar at me. The spoon looked a little used. One sip was all I could deal with. I could have saved the rest to wash my truck with.
when I went to use the bathroom, I found out it didnt have a lock on the door. That was not much of a problem. The problem happened when a woman walked in. The bathroom had a urinal, a stool, a sink and nothing else, including walls. And yes, it was the MENS room.
That was about enough small town night life for me and I went back to the truck, where it was safe, quiet and private.
That'll tech me to go out on the town without the wife, wont it?
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