“You may sit down.”
“Oh it’s a sure bet. Puntacana Tesoro, neat.”
“I don’t know what that is, I meant you may be seated.”
“Rum. You mean I can sit? You know I’m already on my ass, right? I’m planning on being on my ass for a while, drinking --- apparently not Puntacana Tesoro.”
“Of course you can sit, your knees bend and your ass cushions. You’re designed, perhaps better than most, to be able to sit. I was giving you polite permission to sit at my bar.”
“It’s a humble man or a broke ass one that tends the bar he owns Of course you lose points for arrogance; splitting hairs with a language you barely speak.”
“I speak English exclusively.”
“O.K. Some English version of Puntacana Tesoro then, and I need a mens room. Is it May I go to the can or Can I go to the May?”
“Captain Morgan?”
“I’m an NCO, if that’s the English version of Puntacana Tesoro I’ll take a Dewars neat. Some men are pee’ers and some men are Dewar’s. Where’s the May?”
“Back out the front door then second door on your right.”
“That’s a Taco Bell.”
“Hadn’t noticed. They’ll serve anyone.”
“Betcha they’ve heard of Puntacana Tesoro.”
“You’re on.”
New prompts: Through the toes, green screen, kimono
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