March 23, 2006


It's Thursday, normally a quiet and sedate evening at Fritz's. Italian beef, and a couple of cold sandwiches, sometimes a pot pie or shepherds pie on the menu. Euchre players show, but they are allowed into the restaurant area to play quietly amongst themselves. Some are damn good peeps... I'll usually buy for a table, and they for me.

Tonight, my bar has been invaded by nametag wearing strangers, most of whom have never been to Fritz's. I've been run off.

'Tis a sin...

BTW, in case you think I've perished, I know I'm years behind on my emails, and nearly as far in my blogging. Please bear with me... or bare with me, if you wish. I promise, though tomorrow never actually comes, I'll have a post for you then.


Posted by That 1 Guy at March 23, 2006 06:56 PM

We don't think you perished, just got stuck up and too good for the rest of us.

Posted by: Contagion at March 23, 2006 07:17 PM


Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at March 23, 2006 08:14 PM

Nametag wearing bastards! Couldn't you have sloshed a beer on their shoes and run them off?

Posted by: Jerry at March 23, 2006 11:34 PM

Tell them to get their own bar!

Posted by: oddybobo at March 24, 2006 08:00 AM

Tag, You're it!

Posted by: Carmen at March 24, 2006 09:06 AM

mMMMmm....shepherds pie...gagkgk

Posted by: Ogre at March 24, 2006 09:43 AM